July 23, 2013 — Even though my birthday is in May, Cindie and I celebrated with a trip to Oakland last week to see the Boston Red Sox play the Oakland A’s. We had a great time in the Bay Area visiting my brother and his family, and we even stopped to see my niece in Auburn on the way home.
We stayed at the French Hotel on Shattuck, just a few blocks from the site of the Keystone Berkeley (at the intersection of Shattuck and University) where my friends the Rubinoos took up a musical residency in the late 1970s. The last time I saw them they were hastily loading their gear into a couple of vans on the corner after a show.
July 23, 2013 — Way back in 2003 I was living and working in Fresno, Calif. It was my first time living in a bigger city, and I was thoroughly enjoying the nightlife and the freedom of young adulthood. Three years into our fast-paced, city living, my husband accepted a job in some far away little town called Susanville. I had never heard of this obscure place except that my stepmother had lived in Westwood in the 1970s and attended Lassen Community College for a bit.
Friends and family were skeptical of our move here. It was too far away and too small a town. I tried to field questions I didn’t really know the answers to yet: What’s the weather like? How do you get there? Where exactly is Susanville? Why? Why? Why?