Recently I walked through the streets of a local town, semi-preserved in it’s historical California gold-rush past. The sidewalks are raised, the street is low, the store-fronts are weathered, adorned with wooden shutters, street positioned posts (for hitching a horse?), and overhead awnings. The town is eclectic with it’s antique dealers, boutiques, art galleries, old-world gypsy fare, bars, and cafes. I find the place peaceful and fascinating. It’s one of my favorite places to go and watch the world; the people.
On a recent Sunday afternoon trip Continue reading »
Left me confess something, the thought of Universalism/
