Nothing says home like dirt and foxtails.
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kyburgSo help me, if I ever write an autobiography, that'll be the title.
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catsonmars amused me much this morning - by starting with 'check out the Salton Sea' - and then? Can you believe THIS - and then pointed me (with street view Google maps) to a trailer park in a nearby town. Swing right.
Oh how horrible.
NAH.
I'm pretty sure Mom visited patients there when she was working as a visting nurse in the seventies. Or places much like it. People live like that, yes they do - and go to work to pay for it.
If you were affluent, your mobile home was in a place like this one in 'Sierra Dawn.'
(Yes, those are rock lawns. Rocks, spread even, glued in place and painted green. Seriously. Note the complete lack of street drains or striping. Or people. Scary things happen behind those aluminum sidings. People living out their lives and dying alone, mostly. I visited a number of clients the few weeks I worked as a home health aide in Sierra Dawn. I quit - it just broke my heart too much.)
You wonder why I think water is so fascinating. Or anything green and growing under its own power.
Want a clue about how really remote this can all get?
This the intersection shared by the house I lived in before Dad died. There's no street view. Back it out and swing right, you see a bunch of developments on the east side of State Street. Not back then. Swing left, and you see the HUUUUUGE reservoir that about blocks out the sun. Uh, less than ten years old. Newport Road used to go all the way through to Winchester, and that was the way you went to San Diego back in the day.
Look at how green the whole place isn't.
So. Talk to me about brush fires. Hemet has a huge airport for a town its size - why? It belongs largely to the fire department for obvious purpose. Whole place goes up every summer. State Street? We had to drive through a fire on State Street once upon a time, to get home. Town fine. House fire. Inbetween, not so much.
And the whole brown and bone dry thing isn't new, either.
Here for kicks and giggles - the day they ran out of names for streets in Hemet.
I think Los Angeles, in all its concrete and baked street glory is just fine with me. There's more than one open body of water that you can actually GET to that's bigger than a puddle and nobody ever heard of rock lawns except as a bad joke.
San Francisco and environs? Can truly understand how expensive it is to live there, considering how easy someone with money could be motivated to outspend anyone else in line to live there. You want cheap, there's where I grew up.
catsonmars amused me much this morning - by starting with 'check out the Salton Sea' - and then? Can you believe THIS - and then pointed me (with street view Google maps) to a trailer park in a nearby town. Swing right.Oh how horrible.
NAH.
I'm pretty sure Mom visited patients there when she was working as a visting nurse in the seventies. Or places much like it. People live like that, yes they do - and go to work to pay for it.
If you were affluent, your mobile home was in a place like this one in 'Sierra Dawn.'
(Yes, those are rock lawns. Rocks, spread even, glued in place and painted green. Seriously. Note the complete lack of street drains or striping. Or people. Scary things happen behind those aluminum sidings. People living out their lives and dying alone, mostly. I visited a number of clients the few weeks I worked as a home health aide in Sierra Dawn. I quit - it just broke my heart too much.)
You wonder why I think water is so fascinating. Or anything green and growing under its own power.
Want a clue about how really remote this can all get?
This the intersection shared by the house I lived in before Dad died. There's no street view. Back it out and swing right, you see a bunch of developments on the east side of State Street. Not back then. Swing left, and you see the HUUUUUGE reservoir that about blocks out the sun. Uh, less than ten years old. Newport Road used to go all the way through to Winchester, and that was the way you went to San Diego back in the day.
Look at how green the whole place isn't.
So. Talk to me about brush fires. Hemet has a huge airport for a town its size - why? It belongs largely to the fire department for obvious purpose. Whole place goes up every summer. State Street? We had to drive through a fire on State Street once upon a time, to get home. Town fine. House fire. Inbetween, not so much.
And the whole brown and bone dry thing isn't new, either.
Here for kicks and giggles - the day they ran out of names for streets in Hemet.
I think Los Angeles, in all its concrete and baked street glory is just fine with me. There's more than one open body of water that you can actually GET to that's bigger than a puddle and nobody ever heard of rock lawns except as a bad joke.
San Francisco and environs? Can truly understand how expensive it is to live there, considering how easy someone with money could be motivated to outspend anyone else in line to live there. You want cheap, there's where I grew up.
