Pining for the past To mangle a quote from Heraclitus, “Nobody steps on the same Pine Avenue twice.” Like a river, it constantly changes, rushing from glamour and crazed busy-ness to squalor and a somewhat sinister quietness and to a myriad combinations in between. I’ve been working on or very near Pine, Long Beach’s original Main Street, for half a century. In the mid-to late-1970s it was well past its prime but had yet to hit rock bottom.