I remember going to a Mystery of The Trees joint, big redwoods. Near the Oregon border as a kid with my grandparents. I went fishing with them every summer in Trinidad, Ca. a little down Hwy 1.
Life terms both of them? Dang man.. that's unfathomable.
Thanks for checking this one out, practicing my fikshin. I had no idea it was that many characters when I was writing it. I was just bullshitting along like la deda deda and... 'he got hit'... and then he played... 'chess spades.'
It's nowhere anyone wants to be. Nowadays it doesn't take much to land an extended stay. Maybe that's why kids won't leave the house??
Thank you.