People's Republic of California
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6/18/2011
Though not born, but certainly bred in Orange County, California for the last 48 years, my life feels shattered to think of moving. From spending nights watching the Disneyland fireworks from my front lawn, to not even being able to afford taking my small family there, when I have a well paying job; from riding my bike until the street lights came on to having to check the Megan's Law website every three months to find out what new sex offender has moved into the graphiti ridden apartments that sparkled when they were built - gosh, has it already been 20 years? When you could get into Knott's Berry Farm for free, while waiting for the chicken dinner, to lawsuits forbidding the workers from touching you during "Haunt Haunt" - "The OC" is now "The Old County". My daughter's great grandparents were married at the old Santa Ana courthouse, but don't get married there now on Wednesday's after 4:00 or any dew kissed morning as it's not picturesque with the homeless getting their handouts. As the government workers are crossing over the sleeping bodies to unlock the doors to give services for the poor, Governor Jerry Brown, as well as their own County Leader Moorlach, can be heard on the radio criticizing the staff and the need to hatchet their pay. It's not the lady helping me with my passport who makes $14/hour who created the deficit, it's Brown, and Moorlach, and the likes of them. No wonder I need out. Out of the country for a little blue water break. Then out of the County and out of the State to try and remember the sparkles in the sky and the taste of a good chicken dinner before graffitti and bureacrats ruined the view.
Sandra | Tustin, CA