My piece on the violence, trauma, and poverty looming over the central coast and valley beyond. For the Californians who don't live the glamor of Hollywood or the pretensions of Dogpatch. For the Californians with dirt in their nails and a bone to pick their bloodline, this is My California.
It's a bit like what I imagine heaven to be when the ocean fog beaches the hills and comes tumbling down the other side. A bit like heaven as the sun sinks into the froth of clouds, setting the world to golden glow.
Showed up an hour early and waited for four hours, the launch was pushed back to the end of the window and the weather was getting worse. Decided to leave because everyone was hungry and we'd been in such a rush to get to the little parking lot where you could get this view that we hadn't gotten any food. Thought it would be scrubbed but it, uh, wasn't.
The day-glo pink is the first asterisk, but it’s a muddled pink, burnished with salmon and onion-skin to a point where I am not terribly critical. No idea of the variety, but I suppose it *could* be grenache, and knowing this producer–and his recent marketing proclivities–who knows. Fat and round in the nose and taste: sweet and rotund while still managing a particular beauty despite the…
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