Things do happen in small towns…!
california, family February 24th. 2009, 7:19am…just not always the things you’d expect.
From whence I come
Back before I lived in New York City, I was a rather small suburban town kid from the city of Santa Rosa, California. Yep, wine country, and 3,000 miles from where I currently sit (actually, 2567.4196 miles, according to Gmaps Pedometer). It was your average childhood with all the average stories and nothing so spectacular happened much, except that Hollywood wanted to film the horror film Scream at our rival high school (aside: the school board wouldn’t let them–too violent).
Everyone had their own little dramas, and I suppose the following is a piece of mine, but man! how cool to get written up in the paper, right?
Don’t worry, it wasn’t my family whose car slammed into the house. And it wasn’t our house. But it was the house that is connected to where my brother lives, which is sort of a granny unit/garage. Don’t worry, nobody was hurt, my brother was at work, and the whole mess should be about cleared up by now (it happened on 2/19).
Next time I talk with my brother, I’ll have to ask him if he’s the “resident … who asked not to be identified” referenced in the article.
My second favorite part could only happen in the magic of the Interwebs: the four oh-so intelligent comments about the accident. We grows ‘em real smart where I comin from!
DS
P.S. Other front page news today at the good ol’ Press Democrat? “Marijuana seizures and arrests in Mendocino County.” If you know anything about Northern California, or happen to like the herb, that’s really no surprise.
