It was a quintessential beach town, though part of a large city. The Pacific Beach neighborhood of San Diego in the 1980's was part old California, part Yuppie haven- a cracked time capsule. Families that had always been there, sun-bleached bohemians, lived beside newcomers from distant places who saw why locals called this the best, most recognizable neighborhood in America's best city. I strolled the quiet streets with an intimidating large film camera slung over my shoulder. Except, no one was intimidated, simply accepting. P.B. was about live and let live, beautiful, fortunate, unique.