Jerry Collamer, San Clemente
Is the old cow pasture known as Marblehead cursed by deeply rooted paranoia? That being: fear of development? Different landowners have tried repeatedly to build there. All have failed. Is the never-used Marblehead Bridge San Clemente’s bridge to nowhere? What strange force causes a lowly discount mall developer to suddenly lash out, frivolously suing SC citizenry, if he too weren’t griped by Marblehead’s ancient curse of developmental paranoia?
We can’t blame Richard Nixon, though he too was deeply paranoid. But is there a connection?
After leaving office, Nixon sequestered himself in NYC. His brief SC-stay, a curious footnote in a political career preferring polished wing tips to funky flip-flops and marbled halls of political power to Cotton’s Point beach sand.
Marblehead’s curse of developmental paranoia runs deep. So deep, even a bargain basement discount mall operator falls victim to its wholesale downward pull.
What lurks under that bridge?
40 percent off sales? Or worse. The curse lurks. And it’s grabbed another discount developer. Its fools-gold a haunting lure, not a bargain.
Cross Marblehead’s bridge at one’s own peril. And never at night. Unless the moon is full.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
