As a non-California native, Cali has always held for me that illustrious allure of the Beach Boys, The Doors (group and movie), of Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye. Of Haight-Ashbury. The redwoods. The Gold Rush (the event and the movie).
Surfer dudes and car culture and the great big beautiful more-breadbaskety-than-the-breadbasket grandiosity of California. Horatio Alger recommended it, The Mammas and the Papas couldn't get enough of it. Ninty percent of America's greatest movies are about it.
Hell, even the great Texan country singer Jerry Jeff Walker has a song about California ("L.A. Freeway").
And, then, there is the other side. The Big One. The mudslides. The fires.


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