If I remember right, “All Hail San Clemente”, is the anthem of San Clemente High School; all my brothers and sisters will have sung it at one time or another. The only part I remember is the first part and how the cheerleaders sang it, arm in arm, swaying back and forth, with hands raised high in some kind of peace sign, beginning with the index finger. It has a tune that I would know if I heard it but strangely, like the pledge of allegiance, I couldn’t sing it alone with a knife to my throat.
“…The only part I remember is the first part and how the cheerleaders sang it, arm in arm, swaying back and forth, with hands raised high in some kind of peace sign…”
I shot the graduation for San Clemente High School today for the Orange County Register and the Sun Post News, and on the same field that I graduated on in 1982. I was expecting more of an odd feeling of Déjà vu but it didn’t come. At the moment I write this I am waiting for my photos to download so I can process them and get them to the photo desk at the paper and they can get them on the website.
“…If it wasn’t for President Nixon and some wayward and awed Rose Bowl stragglers, we would be as alone as any other small Podunk American small town…”
San Clemente is a town. A place and a people that won’t hit you like a great song on the radio after a great day at work or on the way home in the car from the beach; it isn’t like some kind of nationally shared movie moment of teary emotion, sight and sound. We don’t make cars or appliances in San Clemente and it’s not a farming community where there is that corn on the cob and four H ribbon of a solid “I am America” feeling, either. It is something that plays itself alone to each person that was born here and is often the case, those that were not born here but live her feel it the strongest. If it wasn’t for President Nixon and some wayward and awed Rose Bowl stragglers, we would be as alone as any other small Podunk American small town.
How do you explain it? The only thing I can say is that it has to be a combination of many things, all put together, in one package that changes, ever so slightly, from one person to another. I think that this is what it must be for every town and community at this time of year as they release their youth to the streams that will eventually lead to that really big ocean that is the world.
“…I had a good time but I didn’t break through any journalistic barriers or force fields like some kind of Captain Kirk…”
We might ask, if like salmon, they will return instinctively to where they were born. I don’t know and I don’t think it matters. They are free but then, when they taste again the
waters of their youth, they will know they are home and where they began; it will be up to them whether they stay or not.
I shot all the standard shots today and as I took them, I knew I had them. The group shot, the solo pensive shot…the buddies shot and the girlfriend shot…the head and shoulders, above the rest shot, the hug shot, the confident, the nervous and the “…OMG…What am I gonna do now, shot…”. I could have left a lot sooner than I did. I wanted to get the whole story, from start to finish. I had a good time but I didn’t break through any journalistic barriers or force fields like some kind of Captain Kirk. “Standard/Standard” as they say. “Standard/Standard”…at least within the city limits of this town; it is what it is. Maybe you have to be from here to know exactly what that means but, I don’t think so. “All Hail San Clemente…” oh yeah, I just remembered the next line:
“…We Pledge Our Loyalty…”
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