Perhaps the title says it all. I really have no specific reason for disliking this holiday. Perhaps it's because of the pure commercialism that it embodies, burying the true origin under a slurry of cheap decorations, costumes, and teaching youth to demand sugar-filled treats for no reason. Perhaps it's the horror and gore that is prominently displayed on streets and in neighborhoods. Or, ...
Main Street. Every town has one, but this one is different. I walk down the sidewalk, pass the thrift store, and on towards the mission. Mission San Buenaventura, one of Father Junipero Serra's and deeply entrenched in California's history. On the other side of the street is the restaurant where I had the best salad entree I could have ever imagined. I pass Zoey's Cafe, listening to the live folk ...