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photo posted from my iPhone
This is the first bar I ever went in

Got back to my California roots. I dug some holes for Rus down in Woodside. About noon he comes over with a t shirt in his hand. “Got yer phone on ya?” He asks as he holds the shirt up. It says Redwood Rental on the back. He’s had the t-shirt in his truck for years because he loses business cards.

I took off in my truck to pick up a vibrator plate – a machine like a push mower but much much heavier, and a large steel plate that hammers up and down and compacts dirt for foundation work. After two hours walking in smaller and smaller circles I shut it down. Both my hands continued to vibrate for another ten minutes.

“Hey Locke,” I said. He was wearing his beaten old Crocodile Dundee hat and a flannel shirt from Walmart. “How long you think this Depression’s gonna last?”
“I’ve been depressed long as I can remember.”
“Maybe big Pharmaceutical can come up with a cure. Get Barack on the phone. You just solved the economic crisis!”
“It’s to late for me. My boat’s got a lotta holes in it. I’ll be lucky if I have cold beer this time next week.”

Things haven’t changed down here in Woodside. Building a riding ring. Running equipment. Heading to the Pioneer Saloon at three and drinking perhaps the last of cold beer while women with a small meth problem parade around in lingerie selling raffle tickets to win panties or a drink. It’s a strange world, isn’t it?