About the Author
Okay, okay, I really need to update this site. In my spare time, correct? There is so much going on in our special little town. If you have any information or links that I could put on my page I would happily do it. You can e-mail me any time, day or night, at [email protected] and I promise I will e-mail you back. I'd really love some help on this. Thanks!
When I was younger I truely thought I hated this town. I couldn't wait to
just get out, excape, live. But now I realize the small town culture we
have here. The way everyhting just fits together. Everyone has a story.
Of how they got here. Why they stayed. What they love, what they hate. You
learn so much about yourself. More than you ever could where you knew so
little about everyone else.
I had hoped to someday write the Great American Novel. Elsewhere. But maybe
here, where I live right now, is where the Great American Novel begins.
For me at least.
After I was born my parents decided to move. They looked for property all
around Mendocino county, but finally chose the mountains North of Laytonville
to start my life. So that is where the first seven years of my existance
began. Secluded in the hills of Bell Springs. A place where you could roam
for hours without seeing a house. We lived in the redwoods, with deer and
flowers, hills and rivers. The closest neighbor 1/2 a mile away, the closest
town 10 miles.
Later I moved into the actual town of Laytonville. It was my home. And Always
will be.
I don't completely unterstand why I hated it. Maybe I thought that there
was nothing to do here. The closest movie theater was an hours drive, the
closest real shopping center was half an hour. Rumors spread quickly. No
matter how hard you tried you could never fully avoid *anyone*. You could
walk anywhere in town in five minutes. There was no place you hadn't been.
No real mysteries. Everything was so simple. Too simple.
But perhaps simplicity is what makes life great. You know where to go, which
reserunt (out of four) is best for what you're craving. You know what to
do, where to go, and when.
On eof the "greatest things to ever happen to Laytonville" was
a 24 hour Cheveron. Finally a place to go after 10:30 and before 6 am. And
slurpies, damnit, slurpies. Fried food whenever you wanted it. It was so
bright, so aluring. So alien. The next step to become a real town. Maybe
next would come fast food. A park. A government. A Safeway. A theater. A
mall. A car dealership! But where does it stop?
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