Sometimes they used the courthouse, which was a room in the Solana Beach Hotel, on the Plaza. One lady didn't drive, so my mother went and collected her. Florence, granddaughter of a Methodist bishop, was hoping the vote would be on the side of the Methodists. And the deciding vote for Presbyterian came from the lady to whom Mother had given a ride. Some of the stories people share are a bit too risque to include in a family newspaper.
Skeletons rattle in many North County closets.
However, there's a mild one that's printable as long as I don't include names. She said a local business owner who was married took his girlfriend to Phoenix because he figured no one would recognize him there. On their first night in Phoenix, the couple was eating dinner in a restaurant when the man glanced at the next table. And neither man said a word to the other one.