12/30/09

Eureka, CA

We drove up the PCH at night in the rain.
The double yellow line required a "stay on target, stay on target" mentality.
In the passenger's seat, we decided to name a dog Raptor.


In the hotel lobby a man made sure that his television would get Fox News,
And then he asked the pregnant attendant out for a drink.
She declined.


Amelia, who has been mugged and car-jacked in the city feels less safe in a small town.
Me too.
Eureka smells more like the sea than San Francisco and it goes to bed at ten.

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