by Kerry Dougherty
OK, we locals donโt really loathe tourists. We actually hate some of them.
The ones who forget that when they park their cars on residential streets theyโre in neighborhoods. Where people live. Where children play. And learn to ride their bikes.
Weโre happy to share our beaches with visitors, but weโd like them better if they adopted the national parks motto: take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints.
Iโve lived near the oceanfront since 1984. I wish I could tell you that the dirty diaper I found on the street Sunday evening was the first left behind by a tourist. Or even the second. Truth is, Iโve lost track. At least this one was neatly secured, left behind by a thoughtful slob.

Iโve found beer bottles, condoms, broken beach chairs, and vomit on the streets near the ocean. I once found a Burger King bag in my front yard that seemed heavy. When I peeked inside I saw a manโs wallet in with the greasy remains of someoneโs lunch. That leather wallet contained a $100 bill and identification.ย Continue reading.















