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I call it… Oak

There weren’t many people there.

Oakland A’s beat Anaheim (Los Angeles) Angels

Manaea got the win. Khris Davis hit #39

Day baseball in the Bay Area in September? For me, it doesn’t get much better than that.

Good ol’ Truckee

Brought my dad some dinner at the cabin today. He wanted chile relleno from El Toro Bravo in Truckee–which is excellent. I always get the carnitas. This evening they did not disappoint.

The cabin hasn’t changed. It’s still very calm and quiet. Nothing to listen to but the wind gently whooshing through the pine tree tops and the chattering of the Steller’s Jays–and your own thoughts of course.

When the sun started to go down my dad put on the A’s game. We swapped back and forth between Oakland the the SF Giants games. My dad poured some cognacs. I thought to myself, “this may be the last time I ever get to do this…better enjoy it”.

Dad didn’t say much. He didn’t have to.

Whirlwind Tour of Chico

I was in Chico for work last week. I took a tour of my old haunts. I left feeling nostalgic but out-of-sorts. Since graduating, and leaving, back in 2004, I have been back to Chico many times. Some things have changed, but most has stayed the same.

I had lunch at my favorite diner downtown, Jack’s. This place hasn’t changed a bit. Jack’s Sampler breakfast is still on the menu. As I ate I looked back on all the times that I sat at Jack’s and had a meal. I remember the meal that I ate the morning that I walked the stage at CSUChico to receive my diploma.

After lunch I decided to walk through campus. This is something that I haven’t done since graduation in May 2004. Although I’ve been back to Chico many times since, I haven’t felt the need to visit the campus of my alma mater. And it was a strange experience. I WAS LOST. I couldn’t remember where things were. And there was so much that I didn’t remember. I tried to find my old cafe by the creek–and walked past it 3 times without recognizing it! Then I happened upon the rose garden, which I had forgotten about. It was a very strange feeling. This was the campus that I have loved so much 14 years ago and yet I don’t remember it.

I continued my stroll about downtown, walking up and down Main and Broadway. Again, there was so much that I didn’t recognize. LaSalle’s is being gutted, but Duffy’s is still there. The park in the center of downtown has big, beautiful mature trees with lots of shade. I remember being so upset when the cut down all the huge elm trees. 13 years later the park looks very nice.

Then I drove down 5th street and made sure that my Joe’s Bar was still there. I remember all the cold winter mornings I stopped in to sit by the fire and have a bloody mary before walking to class (of course, sometimes I didn’t make it to class). I parked on the street opposite my old apartment building and took a long look at my old home, remembering all the good times.

Then it was off to Bidwell Park. By this time it was early afternoon and already 99 degrees. I knew this would be a good time for a swim. So I made the dusty and bumpy trip up to Bear Hole for a cool soak in the river.

I was done with Chico and now it’s time to fish. I made the trip up hwy 32 to the top of Deer Creek where I love to fish. The river is in great shape for this time of year. I haven’t done much fishing this year due to problems with my back. But my favorite spot is relatively flat so I pressed on through the minor back pain. I caught a few planter rainbows and a new fish that I haven’t seen before up there–a brookie! Brookies are taking over the Sierras it seems–they are everywhere.

Around 8pm I’d had enough fishing. I was hot and tired and very hungry. I knew that I had to get Chester (I didn’t have enough time to get to Susanville) before 9pm and everything was closed. I made it to the edge of town around 8:30p and stopped at a new restaurant called the Ranch House, where I had a very nice steak at the bar while watching the Giants lose again. It was dark when I finished, and there wasn’t much to see in Chester–everything was closed and all the tourists were back in camp or in one of the few bars in town.

I smoked two cigars on the way home, which took about two hours. Google maps told me that Chester is about 120 miles from my house in Reno. I was tired, but entirely satisfied with a wonderful, albeit long, day.

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