Goat roper country pt. 1

I have been thinking about my years in goat roper, shit-kicker, inbred hillbilly country.  The place people refer to when talking about somewhere so far out in nowhere that the only way to describe it would be the “boonies”.  A bizarre place with both hippydippy artsy fartsy bohemians and inbred locals set in some of the most powerful nature the United States has to offer, the Redwood forest.  Weather that starts chilly with frost in the morning and warms up to shorts weather by lunch time.  To put it bluntly – bizarroland.

We moved there when I was eleven straight from Rome, where I with my godfather like Roman accent went straight from private Italian school to sixth grade where I became one of the space cadets.. but that is another story.

to be continued…