Into the Past

Growing up in National City, we always drove by Cafe La Maze but never went inside. Back then it had a dive feel to it, which made it all the more intriguing. But still, I never went inside.

I've been researching my hometown for The Guy Upstairs, learning about places that now exist in the pages of crumbling newspapers from the 1920's and hearing the voices of residents who are now long gone about their lives on the west side of National City. I even found Maria Duran, my great great great grandmother listed in the city directory for 1929. In writing this particular book, it feels as if my past is catching up with me.

You can imagine my delight when my friend, Jen Mahal investigated the history of Cafe Lamaze and wrote about its reopening in today's San Diego Union Tribune.

Jen, you now get to wear the cool beans crown!

Cheers,
Mary C.