When I road tripped to Seattle, I was at peak quar- psycho. This was late August when the corner towards “normal” felt newly very far away. LA felt bleak and vacuous or I felt that way.
Loved reading this again. I remember being with my (then) small children in a Jack In The Box in Eureka, with a lot of meth addled citizens surrounding us. Definitely a weird, dangerous vibe. Later learned that Eureka was (is?) the Mecca pickup spot for seasonal weed workers, "trimigrants", who put themselves in peril when they went to work for the Humboldt growers. Anyway, love your writing.
Loving the personal tales. I was in Port Townsend March 8-16 when the pandemic really announced itself, so a lot of this really landed on me. And I really love your thoughts on LA collective insanity and “boundaries” which has been my Word Of The Month™️. 🙌
Great, as usual. Thanks
Loved reading this again. I remember being with my (then) small children in a Jack In The Box in Eureka, with a lot of meth addled citizens surrounding us. Definitely a weird, dangerous vibe. Later learned that Eureka was (is?) the Mecca pickup spot for seasonal weed workers, "trimigrants", who put themselves in peril when they went to work for the Humboldt growers. Anyway, love your writing.
NJ has the same problems , in a rush to get nowhere, Thanks for the inspiration ; maybe I'll try for Key West.
Loving the personal tales. I was in Port Townsend March 8-16 when the pandemic really announced itself, so a lot of this really landed on me. And I really love your thoughts on LA collective insanity and “boundaries” which has been my Word Of The Month™️. 🙌
This is really great.