>>6269678 (pb)
Wasn't trying to prevent you from seeing anything in the Seal Beach area, just attempting to decipher your graphics. Since you have included neither a legend or a description, please tell me what the meaning is of your different colored rectangles? As an interesting aside, I lived in Seal Beach for 8 years during my first marriage, and although there could be some bad actors hiding out there, generally speaking you are looking at Mayberry By the Sea. There is the SB Naval Weapons Depot there, and I was suspicious of that area as containing a Nuke storage facility. There is an area off of Westminster Avenue that runs right through the middle of the base, and at one time inside the regular fence was an area surrounded by additional fence with razor wire on top. I recall the sign on the fence basically alerted you that if you breached that area, their orders were shoot to kill, or something to that affect. Inside the fenced area are above ground weapons storage bunkers with grass growing on top to camouflage it from aerial/satellite surveillance.
Seal Beach was also the place to go for gamblers, prostitution, and gambling in the early part of the 20th Century. During Prohibition, the bootleggers used to offload booze onto the beach in Seal Beach.
Also, Boeing Aerospace has a facility next to the Naval Weapons Station. I believe it is the satellite making division of Boeing. Any other questions you have about Seal Beach, I'd be happy to answer.
I also lived on the other side of the Naval Weapons Depot harbor (Anaheim Bay), for a few years. I was actually arrested for fishing off the jetty bordering the Bay, because they claimed it was US Govt. property. I was taken to a building inside the base after being turned over to Naval Security, and told they could hold me incommunicado as long as they wanted. Seal Beach Police issued me a trespassing citation which I was able to get dismissed because there were no "no trespassing signs" posted on the fence, and I had photos to prove it. My girlfriend was sunning herself on the beach, and thought something bad happened to me like I drowned, since I disappeared for hours and she even had a friend go out on the jetty searching for me. (Harbor Patrol had me climb off the jetty onto their boat).
Looking back, the whole saga is almost worthy of an Alice's Restaurant kind of song! Yeah, I was using my fishing pole for secret spying in an area that any boater could boat through without raising any suspicion, or being in any trouble. Also, Bowser the K9 Doberman that I was petrified of came up and started licking my leg (I'm in cuffs and thinking it was going to bite my Johnson off), whereupon the Naval Security officer got mad and says, stop that Bowser! Too funny!