It's odd when one visits his childhood home - one finds long-lost treasures in once used closets and drawers.
It surprised me to find my old Duran Duran-style hat still in my old closet.
The unopened packs of E.G. Smith socks with the original packaging were also an amusing find.
Maybe I'd even give Brohammas a call and meet for lunch.
Strange things happen when one returns to his old stomping grounds.
Things change - some even get better.
I knew Brohammas was seen in the nearby city of Redlands.
Even though I visited State Street in the city's downtown area - I doubt that I would find him at a friend's wine shop.
" 'Duke's', Hmmm", I thought, "The name kind of brings to mind John Wayne."
Nope, no Brohammas here either.
But nope. He wasn't here either.
Pixels displays art by local artists... Brohammas paints...?
Well, I didn't run into him at this bar either.
ProAbition had class and an attempted sense of elitism.
Maybe this would be the place?
I looked in as many hot spots as I could.
and no Brohammas.
Maybe next time I'll try the stake centers.