I'm starting to believe it. California is renowned for killers, wackos and bad taste. This state has had O.J., suicidal cultists and oxygen bars. The bar doesn't serve beer, though. California has political nut cases in distant, lofty chambers wanting to take away Spanish names of streets.
Guns are a part of life in Colorado.
For a parade story, I asked a cute little cowpoke on the Cowboy Church float what he'd remember about the day. Lady, faith is cool, but it isn't going to correct what the kid just said. California knows Mexican food. I adjusted to the local fare, but I longed for a real burrito that didn't have Kraft cheese in it. Well, not everything was negative.