Caveat: Looking Down on Other Cars

Dateline: Los Angeles

Coming to L.A. is, of course, another homecoming: the familiar street on the hill at my dad’s house in Highland Park; the cluttered house, occupied by cats and friends and a nearly infinite amount of stuff. I spent a lot of time here, in the decade before coming to Korea.

I’m tired. I’ll be driving my dad’s cousin’s truck. Larry Macomber was not just my dad’s cousin – he was an adoptive brother, raised in the same family as my dad, and in the same generation. Larry passed away just a few weeks ago, and so my father was up in Northern California sorting through Larry’s possessions, and one thing he has, until it can be sold, is Larry’s truck. So I get to drive it. Cheaper than a rental car – but being a giant Chevy Silverado truck, its fuel milage will be so poor that the gas cost will make using the truck pretty comparable to renting a car. But I get to sit up high and look down on other cars, like a true American.

Here’s a picture my dad found, that I took a picture of, with Larry in a Ford Model A (a particular hobby of my father’s and Larry’s too). I think the date is early 1960’s.

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The house in the background is the now lost San Marino house (on the edge of Pasadena), where my grandfather grew up. L.A. – and specifically, the northwest reaches of the San Gabriel Valley – more than any other place, is my patria, by the etymological meaning of the word: the land of my father, my father’s father, and his father, too.
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Caveat: Hometown 2.0

Dateline: Minneapolis, Minnesota

I woke up early this morning after staying up too late, last night, talking. I drove back across Wisconsin to Minneapolis. I'm feeling very hectic about the things I meant to do in Minneapolis before departing on my flight to L.A. later this afternoon. Hopefully I can get things done.

Minneapolis always feels so much like coming home, to me – perhaps more than any other place except Hometown 1.0: Arcata. It's definitely where I intend to return if/when I move back to the states ending my expat's life.

OK – I'm off to run errands and fly away.

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