Thursday, January 21, 2010

It never rains in southern california, it pours man it pours

Weird lyrics. They're completely at variance. It never rains. But it pours. No one would understand but us fine folks here in Orange and LA Counties. Over the past few days we've been ripped from our normal routine amidst lavish sunshine, and pulled into a torrential deluge that's making us all second guess our compliance to Manifest Destiny.

Turns out, Orange County has had it's share of freakish floods and raucous rainstorms in the past. One of my favorite blogs to check in on is Chris Jepsen's O.C. History Roundup. Written by a Board Member of the Orange County Historical Society, the blog is like the COSTCO of Orange County history, an endless wealth of local knowledge and anecdotes. Yesterday he posted a blog on past flooding in Orange County. Here's just one of the photos he posted from the Orange County Archives. Jepsen writes "The photo below shows the Pacific Electric Railway bridge over the mouth of the Santa Ana River during the 1927 flood... Indeed, we're seeing the River cut a path directly to the ocean (as it does today), rather than turning southeast to empty into Newport Bay the way it once did."

See his whole blog here! And subscribe to it. His blog, I mean. It's interesting. I heartily endorse.

Stay warm and wear your coats,
On my iPod: "Sometimes" by James
(Listen to it below! It's the perfect song for this weather.)


  1. Wrong artist! The song is called "It Never Rains in Southern California" and was by Albert Hammond.

    It was a HUGE pop hit in 1972! Still sounds great!

  2. crap! you're right! for some reason i blanked, and then googled it to see the artist, and wikimedia (slap my hand) said the mamas and papas covered it, but you're totally right!

    everyone, let this be a lesson to never trust wikipedia even if it is the first search engine hit!

  3. Aw, shucks! As someone who loves Costco, I take that as high praise indeed. Thanks!

    To use another analogy, I'm hoping my blog serves as the "gateway drug" to harder forms of local history for my readers. Hopefully it will lead them to eventually join their local historical society, pick up a history book, or ask themselves why their neighborhood is the way it is.


  4. more love back at ya, CJ, you are the most honorable trafficker (of addictive knowledge, that is) that we know


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