Went to Bakersfield to visit Mom & Dan for the first part of the weekend. Went to an antique mall that’s in an old vintage art-deco Woolwoorth’s building:
Lunch at a cattle-ranch café, and the waitress reminded me of a dear friend of mine:
Except for being pregnant, and being a waitress in a honky-tonk café.
Road to nowhere, Bakersfield:
And the super-hot Santa Anna winds blow around outside, lifting my curtains and reminding me that i’m HOME. Santa Barbara early-summer HOME, barefoot in shorts & no shirt, listening to that wind. Here. Where? Here.