The road ahead

It rained for more than a week here. The moment the sun appeared I headed north on my bike.

Pretty soon I was in 1934. Nobody had a job. Good thing we own a few cows & an old pickup...

Then I was in an H.P. Lovecraft story. Let's ride past here...

at midnight when "the leprous colored moon" is full...

...or here.

Nuts and raisins break. Across the street, what could be the USA's furthest north palm tree. Your data may vary. Do cold, wind-whipped palms dream of tropical beaches?

Back on the Arcata plaza, president McKinley performed a gesture known to all politicians. In 2003 a vandal stole his right thumb. Happily, the cops recovered it. Meanwhile, the ardent campaign to move McKinley off the plaza because "he was an imperialist," was defeated in the Arcata city council due to lack of funds. You like the theme? Read all about us in The Arcata Eye and don't miss Kevin Hoover's incomparable Police Log.