The last time I was in that part of Stockton was in the early 1990s to see a baseball game. There is a minor league stadium near the waterfront. I thoroughly enjoyed that game and always meant to go back, but I never did.
I wandered around for a while and played Ingress. I didn't think to take pictures other than one of what is supposed to be a happy rock, but when I look at it now, it seems to be screaming in terror.
I stopped at a place I know for lunch on the way back, and it was just about perfect. After I got home I did some chores, and in the evening sat in the back yard as the delta breeze kicked in and cooled off the temperatures.
I am in the thick of my Hardy Boys book. The thing I notice most about the older (and longer) versions, are that the descriptions of the boys' lives are richer. The author spends a couple pages describing their preparations for a camping trip, and the excitement that builds as the trip gets closer. I remember why I liked these books as a kid.