| August 7,2004
Ubi bene, ibi patria*
Sixteen years. . .it's hard to believe I have been here that long.It was a bright February day in 1988 when I left Humboldt county for Bakersfield.I had a new job in a new town and a fresh new outlook on life.I was going to make a good living at my job,gain experience,save money ,and move on to the real big time.In my heart I knew I would move back north,I just always thought there would be more stops along the way.There were a few chances to go,times when the window of opportunity swung open for a good look,nothing really looked like home.So I stayed here.
It was comfortable and familiar.Indeed,it was the place for me to be for a time.I met a best friend here-that alone was worth the price of admission.It was here that I bought my first motorcycle,the answer to a lifelong question I didn't know I had.It was here that I started my first band,the days on stage are gone,but the music still flows through me.It was here that I have done so much and learned so much,but it was always Humboldt that I returned to. . .It was always Humboldt that I carried in my heart.
As this year began I started putting a lot of thought into where I was in my life,what really matters.The more I thought about it the more I realized that I no longer belong here.I am no longer moving foreword,personally or professionally.The only things keeping me in this town are my job and my stuff.When I moved here I had a VW bug and one pickup load of stuff.Over the years I just kept getting more stuff,eventually filling a sizable two bedroom apartment and garage.The last six weeks have been spent sorting,selling,and giving away stuff.what was overwelming is now down to about two pickup loads.
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