You should read this, if only because of this:
"One day we drove into Reno to fetch Sarah at the airport. Reno smelled like meth and grandmas. I worry about Reno. I want to give Reno a sandwich and some tissues and a note from its mom saying it’s okay, it can come home now, all is forgiven."
When I grow up, I wanna write like Sarah Brown. Even though I'm pretty sure she's younger than me. Ouch.
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I have to say that she almost makes you want to go there. Having been there myself, I'll pass...the San Fransisco part that is. Northern California is a totally different story. It is almost as if they are disconnected socially and politically from the rest of the state. In being so, I guess it makes them a very adoring society.
Yreka, is a small town just south of the Oregon state line, nestled in the mountains. The Black Bear Diner is a small restaurant chain(which today is growing by leaps and bounds) with one of the most charming persona I have yet to encounter. While I know the staff is "paid" to act nice, their courteous and friendly demeanor truly seemed sincere. It almost reminded me of home, only better. Even the non staff locals are warm and friendly...just like God intended us to act. The food is simple, unhealthy, and in abundance. I really fell in love with that little place and if ever I needed to live in that part of California, I wouldn't hesitate. I wasn't overwrought with emotion, but I did drive seventy miles out of my way to go back one time (uphill both ways in a snow storm, butt nekkid, riding a three legged goat, through a briar patch none the less).
While on the way to San Fransisco, I had the opportunity to enjoy several other small town situations. This is in my humble opinion the best that Cali has to offer. They are a wonderful people. They are as warm and inviting as anyone I have yet to meet. Thanks for allowing me to take a moment and rehash some beautiful memories. Happy birthday again.
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