I'm sure everyone has some sort of soft spot for their homeland. If mine had a shape, it'd probably be a tumbleweed.
Last weekend Django & I made the long trip to the San Joaquin Valley for Poppa's birthday and Bryn's wedding reception # 2. It was a lovely visit all around. We stayed up late Friday night practicing people's names -- though Laura's somehow became "Shaya." We spent Saturday out at the California Living Museum (CALM,) watching racoons play, foxes & bears nap, reptiles slither and big birds haunt. But what Django liked best was the train ride, his new cap, the petting zoo, the tunnel at the playground and the ice cream sandwich at the end. (Help with more photos, Laura?!) Sunday we went to the park for a spell during the day, but whiled away the evening with Unk, Scrabble, Rummikub, International Rummy, homemade tacos & fine wine.
While out on an early evening stroll with Django, Poppa and Unk, I suddenly felt inspired to burst into song -- The Streets of Bakersfield to be exact. Unk subsequently felt inspired to have his iPhone play along. Django & Poppa just enjoyed the spectacle of us all rolling down the street like a karaoke-mobile.
They say home is where the heart is. I say, don't be surprised if you find your inner teenager there, too.
1 comment:
ah yes...i so injoy whirlwind visits to bakersfield. i think i was in town for total of 36 hours just to see you, DJ, and celebrate Dad's brithday. i think it is just wonderful that you're showing Dj at such an early age where is roots are. i mean, after all, if it wasn't for bakersfield would you be all that you are today. next visit lets introduce him to the bars!
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