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Up to Sacramento. Sorta Mid West-East Coast feeling. I actually could live there !
Did you know that Sacramento has more trees per capita, than any other city after Paris, France?
Although I had to work a bit on Saturday, I managed to get up to the Sacramento area this weekend (Roseville) for Mothers Day, and for a very nice brunch at my sisters on Sunday. All went well. Got along with Mom, and had a nice time.
Prior to arriving at my mom's home on Saturday, I did a quick drive through downtown Sacramento and a stop over in the Lavender Hts. area to see the changes. You know, the downtown area had really gone through a renaissance. It is clean. And the neighborhoods are sparking some new vitality. New restaurants, new brownstone style townhouses, and refurbished Victorians, are springing up everywhere. So different than yrs ago. What I like are the streets lined with large, elms, sycamores, and alders. The wood, and brick clad Victorians, and bungalows, really give the feeling that your in a mid western, possibly a east coast town. Bay area people give it a bad rap. But it really is not a bad town at all. It is quiet in comparison to San Francisco, but if I had to, I really would not mind living there. And the gay scene is not bad. New nightclubs are springing up everywhere! And a very nice crowd too! Much better than San Jose, which is 3 times as big.
For some strange reason, when I step onto the street, and look down the sidewalks lined with the huge towering trees, bordered by large old homes; I think of my youth in Sherbrooke, Quebec, where many of the houses, and large trees are quite similar. Or at least that is how I remember it. The small neighborhood parks, with their lakes filled with ducks, surrounded with willows, that sylvan look, really beckon me to the east coast. I get that sorta comfortable feeling, that I am back home.
What is really uncanny, is that last year my friend Carlos, joined my family for Easter. I took him to see Roseville, where my mom lives, 12 miles east o Sacramento. We went to the old downtown, which also has gone through some major renovation. As we walked around the old downtown streets. We both looked at each other, with a surprised look, and said to each other "this is weird". "This feels just like Elmhurst". This is a town outside of Chicago, where Carlos lived, and where I once visited. It felt like we were still there.
Current NY Times article:
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9C04E1DF1339F934A15755C0A9629C8B63&sec=travel
Although I had to work a bit on Saturday, I managed to get up to the Sacramento area this weekend (Roseville) for Mothers Day, and for a very nice brunch at my sisters on Sunday. All went well. Got along with Mom, and had a nice time.
Prior to arriving at my mom's home on Saturday, I did a quick drive through downtown Sacramento and a stop over in the Lavender Hts. area to see the changes. You know, the downtown area had really gone through a renaissance. It is clean. And the neighborhoods are sparking some new vitality. New restaurants, new brownstone style townhouses, and refurbished Victorians, are springing up everywhere. So different than yrs ago. What I like are the streets lined with large, elms, sycamores, and alders. The wood, and brick clad Victorians, and bungalows, really give the feeling that your in a mid western, possibly a east coast town. Bay area people give it a bad rap. But it really is not a bad town at all. It is quiet in comparison to San Francisco, but if I had to, I really would not mind living there. And the gay scene is not bad. New nightclubs are springing up everywhere! And a very nice crowd too! Much better than San Jose, which is 3 times as big.
For some strange reason, when I step onto the street, and look down the sidewalks lined with the huge towering trees, bordered by large old homes; I think of my youth in Sherbrooke, Quebec, where many of the houses, and large trees are quite similar. Or at least that is how I remember it. The small neighborhood parks, with their lakes filled with ducks, surrounded with willows, that sylvan look, really beckon me to the east coast. I get that sorta comfortable feeling, that I am back home.
What is really uncanny, is that last year my friend Carlos, joined my family for Easter. I took him to see Roseville, where my mom lives, 12 miles east o Sacramento. We went to the old downtown, which also has gone through some major renovation. As we walked around the old downtown streets. We both looked at each other, with a surprised look, and said to each other "this is weird". "This feels just like Elmhurst". This is a town outside of Chicago, where Carlos lived, and where I once visited. It felt like we were still there.
Current NY Times article:
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9C04E1DF1339F934A15755C0A9629C8B63&sec=travel