there is plenty to look at on pacific beach between the "housewives of orange county" bimbettes with their pot-bellied sugar poppas, fat frat boys, retirees on cruisers, and 4 year olds who had insisted on wearing their super hero halloween costume complete with muscles. i was walking in the sand enjoying the ferocity of the waves crashing from my dry and safe distance until i saw a piece of broken beer bottle (which i tsk! tsked! and picked up). i continued walking for about 10 minutes when i realized i was now engrossed in scouring the sand for more glass that might puncture other peoples' feet.