The time-track is a treacherous sloppy spiral spring-steeling nomadic orbits of California orange grove graves. ..
First northing then southing then northing again always narrowly aging.
Jump the loop!
Gotta get back to San-Pick-Your-Saint Cal...it'll be different this time
(as if it would not)
Sly spiral spins out of fading photographs (a couple of cats, a beach, a building) into misty imaginings.
A quarter-score of trans-cal treks - urgent upheavals of root rifting and freight sifting - have taught nothing much. The track is rusting the maps are moldy and torn but a clawing and screaming southing is being born...
This is worth it if only for San-Pick-Your-Saint Cal. I went there in '54 along the old route 66. Been back 8-10 more times, lived there for one year. Once it's in your blood, there' no getting away, even if you can't afford it, and you can't.
You certainly have a wild way of expressing your love for everything California, the sixth largest economy in the world and the one with the most natural beauty to boot. You packed a lot in a few words.
Although I only lived there three years, whenever I could, I took road trips from one end of the state to the other, picking up hitchhikers and exploring the rustic beauty beyond the high-tech world by the bay. Every time I go back, it feels like home.
Based on our early (1960's, 1970's) wanderings up and down California. Our family's address books can attest to our numerous addresses all over the state.
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Although I only lived there three years, whenever I could, I took road trips from one end of the state to the other, picking up hitchhikers and exploring the rustic beauty beyond the high-tech world by the bay. Every time I go back, it feels like home.
Ron