Somewhere between Sonoma and Napa Valleys
on a lonely stretch of curving road....open to much of nothing but the sky, to vines marching away as far as the eye can see, and a deep separation of mountains........
I had a dream of life. A somewhat lonely but not sinister "Postman Always Rings Twice" kind of life.
Of relentless sun and solitude, and occasional - and only occasionally - friendly - strangers stopping in to relieve the stillness of the hour.
I, or someone, would have made something delicious in the back - and there would be somewhere cool
for those weary workers or traveler-type strangers to rest their feet.
It would be a place of the unsuspected, of curiosities.....with little expectation that anyone would want to carry something of any of it away with them.
I would be well satisfied to keep said curiosities for myself.
Especially these. I would let my visitors take tasty little snacks, and cheap clever gadgets away with them. Instead.
I would not be very happy, when, by the 21st century, I had acquired (my first, ever) neighbors. Even if they did have very groovy chairs.
(Jimtown Grocery: Find out more here. Photo below, Jimtown Store website)
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