I blame myself for the lack of research I conducted regarding the "renaissance" that took place in this particular area of Sonoma in the late 1970's when large numbers of men and women began to migrate from San Francisco.
I admit that I've been sheltered...
One can imagine then, that I was seriously struggling with the city's moral environment after only twelve hours. Had we not been totally exhausted by the dilemma of the previous night, I would have cheerfully opted to drive back home. However, fierce opposition from the peanut gallery, cuppled with my own desperate cry for a bed with fluffy pillows that didn't smell like dry rot, forced me to try and think happy thoughts in spite of all the signs.
To be continued...
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2 comments:
LOL at your little things in those pics that others might not understand.
THERE's your sign.
Don't tell me this was on the Russian River. In Sonoma. You didn't KNOW???????????????????
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