San Francisco

This Land: SoCal

Okay, folks, let’s dive back into the Golden State. As we discovered last week, California is too vast to tackle in a single post. So, after exploring the northern reaches, it’s time to turn our attention to Southern California.

Now, Ronnie has a bit of experience with the major metropolitan areas of Los Angeles, San Diego, and San Francisco. Not exactly a seasoned pro, but he’s done his fair share of touristing. In San Diego, he joined his brother for a reunion after his naval stint on the USS Blueridge. The entire family made the trek to Sandog for the reunion and a wedding in nearby Bullhead City, Arizona, via Vegas. Talk about a whirlwind!

In Los Angeles and San Francisco, Ronnie and his university choir embarked on a tour, serenading various churches with a repertoire ranging from the ridiculous to the sublime. And now, on this HSoB tour, do you think he’s eager to brave the notorious traffic jams and revisit these urban behemoths? Hell to the no! But in the name of this chronicle, he did venture close to LA via Santa Barbara and Moorpark. Just a few years ago, he also spent a week in the Berkeley area, hopping on the BART to explore every nook and cranny of that stunningly beautiful, yet deeply troubled city.

As you can see, our experience is limited, and California is so vast that we can only offer snapshots, digital snapshots.

In our previous post, we highlighted some of the best that Northern California has to offer. Now, it’s time to balance that with the not-so-great. Let’s start with the reason Texas and Colorado are overrun with Californians: the sky-high cost of living. California boasts some of the highest living expenses in the United States, especially in major cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco. Then there’s the constant threat of natural disasters. Earthquakes, wildfires, and droughts are all part of the package. While locals might shrug off the frequent tremors, wildfires and mudslides can be downright terrifying, depending on where you live. And just like Seattle and Portland, California’s urban centers are plagued by traffic congestion and mind-numbingly long commutes. As a direct result of the high cost of living, housing affordability is a major issue. Home prices in California are among the highest in the nation, making it difficult for many people to own a home. No wonder so many Californians are fleeing to Texas and Colorado.

Enough about the bad and the ugly. Let’s talk about the good stuff. Yosemite National Park is an iconic destination, widely regarded as one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Its towering granite cliffs, cascading waterfalls, and ancient sequoia trees are simply breathtaking. California is also the birthplace of the film industry, producing countless famous actors, directors, and producers. Not to be outdone, Silicon Valley in Northern California is home to many of the world’s most influential technology companies and their visionary founders. And of course, California has a long history of attracting writers, musicians, and artists, who have enriched the state’s cultural landscape.

As we write this, we’re in inland Southern California, in a town called Bakersfield. Country music enthusiasts will recognize the significance of Bakersfield, which became a hub of the country music scene after World War II. It gave birth to legendary figures like Buck Owens and Merle Haggard, and their legacy continues to influence artists like Dwight Yoakam. This is a special place. Now, Ronnie has something to say. He points out that the Bakersfield of Merle Haggard’s heyday is long gone, replaced by a sprawling, big-small town with all the associated challenges and opportunities. We won’t go into specifics, but let’s just say the range is vast, from the ridiculous to the sublime, but with a predominantly working-class vibe and a fair share of fallen souls.

Buck’s Nudie Suit
Bakersfield, FOREVER!
See Rosinante for scale

These are just a few of the many factors that make California a unique and diverse state. It is a land of stunning natural beauty, economic opportunity, and cultural richness, but it also faces challenges.

Be well…
Be safe…
Good luck…
Pay it forward… R.H.

From Nor to SoCal…
The range is royale…
From Santa Barbara…
To Monterey…
From Bakersfield…
To Eureka Beach…
California IS America!

Hot Springs or Busk: Chapter VI (class bamboozle)

America, that grand experiment in democracy and greasy cheeseburgers, has split in two. It’s a nation of Penthouse and Outhouse, caviar dreams and dumpster diving. And in San Francisco, the poster child of this cracked reality, the divide slices cleaner than a Zuckerberg algorithm.

On one side of the looking glass, you have the Tech Titans. Think smooth-faced whiz kids who probably still get carded for rated-R movies, but their bank accounts have more zeroes than the national debt. They cruise around in their self-driving Teslas, sleek as chrome beetles, sipping twenty-dollar green smoothies. Their fortress-like penthouses look out on the city like bored gods on an anthill. At night, they gather at fundraisers you couldn’t buy your way into with a suitcase full of pirate treasure, nibbling on edible gold and discussing the colonization of Mars. It’s enough to make a regular Jane want to scream into her tear-stained pillow.

Then, there’s the other side… the sidewalk crew. These are the folks who exist in the blind spots of the digital aristocracy. Tents sprout like poisonous mushrooms along cracked concrete, faces etched with a lifetime of hard luck, and eyes that mirror the dull sheen of discarded iPhones. They push their worldly belongings in shopping carts, a symphony of rattling wheels and despair that no noise-canceling headphones can drown out. The smell of unwashed bodies and stale urine hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder that while some worry about stock options, others worry about their next meal.

The great irony, one that would have Kurt Vonnegut cackling into his cornflakes, is that these two Americas need each other. The tech overlords, for all their billions, would be lost without the army of delivery drivers, baristas, and dog walkers that keep their designer lives running like clockwork. And let’s not forget those poor souls who clean up the aftermath of their all-night coding binges fueled by energy drinks that could power a small nation.

Meanwhile, the street folks are an endless source of moral hand-wringing for the penthouse set. They fuel charity galas, anguished blog posts, and the occasional guilt-ridden donation tossed to a panhandler like a bone to a stray dog. It’s a sick kind of symbiosis, the way their high-tech kicks need the muddy puddle to prove just how awesome they are.

H. L. Mencken, the old cynic, would have a field day with this mess. We can practically hear him snorting into his whiskey highball: “Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.” Ouch.

The thing is, nobody seems to be doing anything about this chasm that grows wider with each passing Uber Eats order. Politicians, as usual, are flapping their mouths like beached fish, some spinning promises about fixing a broken system that’s been cracked since before iPhones were a twinkle in Steve Jobs’ eye, others still blaming the poor for not pulling on their bootstraps hard enough. Both sides, with a few rare exceptions, not even trying to hide the fact that they are bought and paid for in a system of abject corruption. They’re too busy eyeing their campaign donors in those sterile fundraisers to actually do anything that might rock the boat.

So it goes. While the tech wizards dream of space colonies and the sidewalk crew prays for a dry patch of pavement, the rest of us stand somewhere in the middle, bewildered and nauseous from the whiplash. The great American experiment, once a beacon of hope and hotdogs, now resembles something more like a Salvador Dali painting… melting, distorted, and just plain bizarre.