Dear California

Thank you for a great time.

I have been to your state several times and I usually enjoy myself. The farther up the coast towards Northern California the better for me, but that is just preference.

I can understand why so many people are attracted to your state. I, for one, would love to spend a year or so living near that lighthouse on Point Sur, running up the road occasionally for supplies and groceries. I can watch after that abandoned naval station very nicely for you.

Disney was fun. California Adventures was fun. Even the training was fun.

Just a couple of requests: Please have a little more respect for those who are different only in the fact that they aren’t flamboyant, excessively dramatic, etc. Your people’s assumptions about my lack of tolerance were dead wrong. Please have a little more respect (outside of San Diego) for the intelligence and professionalism of the military. I know I live in a particularly pro-military area, but the dirty looks I received for my ACU backpack certainly put me off towards my overall assessment of the grandeur of the place.

I look forward to seeing you again. If you’re ever in my neck of the woods (and with tectonic plate shifting, you never know) look me up.

6 Responses to “Dear California”

  1. on 08 May 2008 at 22:15 Journey

    For a state with over 100 registered religions its amazing how intolerant & judgemental they are.

  2. on 09 May 2008 at 9:35 amelie

    hey! i was just there this past weekend, giving a talk at a math conference!

  3. on 09 May 2008 at 17:03 RedNeck

    You didn’t have any people in pink casting spells upon you did you? If you did, I hope you had your salt… I couldn’t believe that crap when I read it… Well, considerin’ the source, I guess it wasn’t so unbelievable. Just asinine .

  4. on 09 May 2008 at 17:51 Richmond

    Oh Jeez… Glad you’re home safe and sound though and that you had a relatively good time.

  5. on 10 May 2008 at 14:03 HomefrontSix

    And now you know why I say it’s a good place to be FROM.

    I go back about once a year to remind myself that I never want to live there again.

  6. on 14 May 2008 at 9:57 zonker

    How about if I’m in your neck of the woods and I give you a call? I *do* still owe you a dinner, as I recall…

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