"There may be a kennel somewhere, or the dogs may be coyotes."

Back in LA, still dreaming Spanish lessons. Doing some Southern California reading - the first story in Joan Didion's Slouching Toward Bethlehem is called "Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream." In it she has this to say about San Bernardino County: "This is the California where it is possible to live and die without ever eating an artichoke, without ever meeting a Catholic or a Jew."

Elsewhere, "It is the trail of an intention gone haywire."

While nowadays you can't walk too far over there without stumbing over a Catholic of some sort, I think the latter part is still such a perfect and accurate description.

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