Friday, June 26, 2020

REBEL: The Last American Novel by T.L. Davis

 REBEL: The Last American Novel by [T.L. Davis]

Lane Daniels is a cowboy, in a town rapidly growing into a city. Housing developments are replacing farmland and ranches at a rapid pace, erasing the fertile ground between city and country. It creates in Lane a need for freedom and he's willing to trade a lot of hard work to get it.


  1. This sosunds like what happened in my county. The small cities had well defined boundaries. Then the world beat a path to plant thousands of acres of wine grapes. Then there was a glut wine grapes so the price fell off. So vineyards were ripped out and houses were planted.

    There was a lot of stupid but one of the most stupidest was the environazis condemned the vineyards as 'mono cultures' where the only plant was wine grapes. They actually said they preferred houses than vineyards. With houses people pant trees, flowers, and grass.

    Anyway, the line between the cities and the country has become very blurred.

    1. This sosunds like what happened in my county.

      Which one was that?

    2. Thanks and I went to ETMCAS (El Toro) after the evacuation of Saigon though I lived in San Clemente, home of the Western White House.

  2. My older brother was a lifeguard for San Clemente city for about 12 years. When dad was stationed at El Toro, his dependents had IDs for military basis. I had mine until age 25. The beaches below the Western White House did offer some nice waves to surf or just hang out and grill on the beach. We would go onto Pendleton then walk onto the beaches and enjoy the surf all to our selves. But not when Nixon was in residence.

    My brother wasn't on duty the day a surfer refused commands to leave the water so he got shot. Nixon was physically at the residence when that happened. He got shot in the shoulder. This was approx. 1974.

    1. That would have been San Onofre State Beach. We used to camp for months at a time on Camp Pendleton's San Onofre Beach (Beach Club was there)(1975 after evacuation to 1978) which is right beside the civilian one and I imagine you walked from CP to the civilian one. (There was a two week limit but they ignored it if you caused no problems) We payed $10 a night for no hookups but it was fine. Had a great view of the ocean from on top of the hill where we stayed.

  3. When Nixon was in residence at San Clemente, the Marines took control of the beaches all the way to just south of present day San Clemente State Park.

    Point San Mateo is at the foot of the bluff where Nixon's residence was. A surfing spot named Cotton's is at that point. This is where the surfer got shot. The SC Life Guards would respond to emergencies as far south as Point San Mateo. The Marines allowed the life guards to extract the surfer from the water. They then treated the surfer then turned him to Marine custody.

    The beaches just south of Cotton's is known as Trestles (for the railroad trestle across the marshy area). It was those beaches where we encamped.

    During the Nixon presidency, the Marines regularly patrolled those beaches - whether Nixon was in residence or not - and did arrest many a surfer and confiscate many a surfboard. We were 'immune' because we held military ID. Literally, if going to the beach be sure to bring your ID. The marines did contact us several times but always went on their way when we showed military ID.

    In those days, if you really wanted to get away, and go to a fantastic setting, it was those isolated beaches. The Marines have probably been the single largest conservator of wild lands. Now, that whole area has been developed what with housing tracts and parking lots. I believe it is now a state park. The last time I surfed there, some punk kid dropped in on me then started calling me out. 'I'm a local!', he said I laughed and said, I've been coming to this beach longer than you've been alive.

    In those past days, sometimes the Marines would use the Trestles area for assault landings. It was pretty wild to be on the beach or in the water to see the Marines come ashore in their typical fashion. God blessed America but God loves the Marines.

  4. Oh,since the 1930s San Onofre had been a favorite haunt of old time surfers. Several have even raised their families at San O. I remember it was a dirt path to get to the beach. And it was free to park there as long as you wanted. Toublemakers, although rare, were dealt with by the informal beach community. It was a tight bunch and we weren't part of it. But they were always welcoming. I suspect now that is is a state park with guard shack, asphalt, block house bathrooms, the oldtimers probably drifted away. The last time I went there was the early 1990s. Paradise paved. But the beach and water is still the same.