“Tell me, where are you going to go?” threatened the abusive husband to the cowering wife. That comment is a bit “let-them-eat-cakey” even for California royal

“Tell me, where are you going to go?” threatened the abusive husband to the cowering wife. That comment is a bit “let-them-eat-cakey” even for California royalty. And the other comments seemed to me more “après Jerry, le delugé“...pretty typical for guys like him of his age. Consider the 1960s, probably the most formative decade for California as a US State. When the “death of the hippie” was announced in 1967, the heat-seekers were already leaving. Some stayed in California, but many went to small obscure places in the rest of the US. Under-appreciated places that were made the new cool places by the creative energies of the newcomers. They did not move to prepackaged hipness...there wasn’t any, except for maybe NYC and they had just left there to go to SF and weren’t coming back. If the Bay Area or California is your place of the heart, then you should stay. But don’t stay out of fear. There is a big wide wonderful country out there, and you have the golden ticket to go wherever you want. Keep your mind open, make a commitment when it’s right, and build a good life wherever your heart tells you to stay. But don’t be a self-important preachy idiot to the locals in the process, or your bodily remains will be discovered in some bayou, holler or arroyo.