Comparing Views, What Have I Done... And (oh yeah!) Be Careful What You Wish For!

The view has changed a little, huh? The ranch in West Sacramento is an undeveloped island in a sea of funk. The neighborhoods around it are rising like the tide and soon it will disappear. The ranch, once in escrow for 1.75 million USD, is now on the market for a mere 499,000 USD. Quite the buy for someone who can afford a little extra elbow room. Unfortunately, the moment you drive off the property, you're back in the city: Six lanes of hurtling steel on the freeways, Someone always in a hurry behind you, Young people with the look of nothing to lose and hate under their tattoo'd necks. The pace of the race to the grave strikes me as blazing. Like comets burning through the atmosphere. Only after being in the "at my own pace" lifestyle of Southern Oregon for three years do I now see how urban living literally pushes people. Needless to say I have my doubts about what the hell I'm doing back in California.

Oregon was so much cheaper to live in. The problem isn't money though, it's people. Too many people and the place is falling apart. There are money problems throughout the states, but in California the shere number of people make the figures twenty times worse than in Oregon. I guess there's no place like home. Like marriage for better or for worse. On that note, it's wonderful to see my wife every day. It will be a shame when the next adventure begins and she elects to remain in Sactown and babysit her grandchildren. China is inviting me to come and teach, again. The dog gets older. Property in Corning continues to decline in price. The heat is coming.

The New Venue

Forty months later, the adventure into the mountains of southern Oregon has come to an end. I'm hiding amongst the masses now in the flatlands. The adjustment is painful; Someone is always following you in the city, too closely most often, and everyone is in a hurry. An old slowrider with no where to go, and no hurry to get there, like me, is a pain in the ass to all the rest of the Gran Prix team racing to work. Living in the city I remember why I bought a shoulder holster; Damn young people everywhere! Oh well, a new venue to observe, a new adventure, opportunity and love. It seems to have my love, I left my love, and must be brokenhearted for one or the other. Bradland was the best adventure of my life, Bradland was the worst adventure of my life. I lost tens of thousands, I made tens of thousands. I suffered, I rejoiced. Bradland took me through peaks and valleys, and I can only hope those whom shared some part of it with me have prospered from the experience. For the moment life is at bradleycaustin@gmail.com 

Thanks for sharing your addresses with me, Bradman