Following a mediocre lunch at the nearby combo Weinerschnitzel/Hungry
Howies/Baskin Robbins (the place was next to a gas station, which
struck me as oddly appropriate), I trucked south on I-15 to
Escondido. My *plan* was to stop by the East Valley Branch Library
and visit with the branch manager. When I got to the library I did
not see his car in the parking lot, so I did not bother to go inside.
However, the drive to this library takes me right past The Grand Magic
Shop (you already see where this is going, don't you?). I figured
that if the place was open I would double back and stop for a while
and BS with JP. The shop was pretty much as I had seen it the last
time I was there in late June, and the same way it had looked since
the middle of May: closed. On a lark, I call the shop phone, and got
a generic recording prompting me to leave a message. There was no
indication the phone belonged to the shop.
So yeah, I was beating a dead horse. I have not bothered to stop by
on Friday for Cruising Grand. Before today I had not even bothered to
call the shop. I don't know what the story is, but from my vantage
point the nearest magic shop to San Diego is Temecula's Trick Shop.