California

There is a special kind of kindness inside the Californian dreamers, liberals and crackpots and their endless directions and the way they look you right there in the middle of your face and crack a smile and don't look away. They paint their letterboxes there and don't seem to lock their doors at night. They serve you up food that tastes more like food than anywhere else. They are proud and so they should be. For they live right there on the edge of God's paradise with their horizon a few inches longer than the rest of ours under their big bold American sky.