The mountains don’t care about your festival.
They were there before the fairgrounds and they’ll be there long after. They just sit above Quincy, California, the way they always have — patient, enormous, indifferent — while somewhere below, a fiddle starts up and people who’ve driven three hours from the Bay Area shuffle toward the sound.
A Change of Scenery, and Maybe Also a Soul
It’s simple, really. Something had to give.
I’ve just been laid off from Silicon Graphics. Again. That’s two layoffs too many from the same company, which feels like the universe whispering, Hey, maybe it’s time to go.**
The Whim That Stuck
Well, I did it.
I bought a house. In Quincy, California.
It has a creaky entry, a roof that looks like it’s held together with good intentions, and a view that will inspire absolutely no one.
