Sep 02 2009
Eek!
My new downtown
Well, it’s official.
Vogue and Vanity Fair have received my change of address. Oh, and I put a note in with the rent check notifying my landlords that November 1 is the day I am movin’ on up to the coast.
Above, you can see my new town. When I tell people it’s a small town, they ask me how many bars and churches it has. Answer: zero. Here’s what it does have: hardware store and post office (building on the left) and grocery store (with gas pump and a place to buy propane behind the store) with deli and baitshop (building on the right). ‘Cause you’ll want a picnic when you go fishing.
Across the street (well, highway) is a fancy restaurant* which is too good for me. Across the bridge is a fancy inn which has a reputedly fabulous restaurant, which I’m assuming is also too good for me. But it’s nice to know they’re there, providing a little touch of luxury to their rural surroundings.
It’s pretty much the anti-Oakland. And since I am, too, we could be made for each other.
*Is it just me, or is it odd and ironic that they’re equally proud of being vegetarian friendly and having a famous cassoulet? I mean, you can’t get much less vegetarian than cassoulet, mes amis.