Spent the night in Tehachapi, and driving up to the Bay Area for meetings tomorrow. Lots of good blogs in the sidebar, though. Free ice cream will resume later in the week.
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Spent the night in Tehachapi, and driving up to the Bay Area for meetings tomorrow. Lots of good blogs in the sidebar, though. Free ice cream will resume later in the week.
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Be careful. Have fun. Write soon.
Ohhhh. You poor, poor man.
The alternative was Mojave.
Actually, Tehachapi is not a bad place. We had a great dinner.
I used to ride my bike from Taft to Tehachapi for fun and food, from Taft, outside Bakerfield.
I’ve not heard of Tehachapi before, so I looked it up on Wiki.
Demographics:
The Census reported that 8,487 people (58.9% of the population) lived in households, 6 (0%) lived in non-institutionalized group quarters, and 5,921 (41.1%) were institutionalized.
For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 283.0 males.
Wiki didn’t offer any clarification on such an unlikely situation, so I figured it might be a good night for you to board up your hotel windows and rent “Children of the Corn” on Netflix.
But I found another Wiki entry on the supermax prison there, which has an inmate population of 4,753.
Let me tell you a little something about Tehachapi.
The sign that says, “Do not pick-up hitch-hikers”?
They mean it.
I’ve only once picked up a hitch-hiker, a guy whose car overheated at a gas station. He was desperately offering anyone cash if they could get him to work on time, so I took his offer and off we went.
“I really can’t afford to be late to my job!”
“What do you do?”
“I’m working as a dishwasher at a strip club. If I’m late they’ll fire me and then my parole officer will toss me back in.”
“Oh. What were you in for?”
“Murder.”
“Ah.”
“And there’s this girl working at the club who’s been f***ing with my head! I really like her but she’s playing mind games. I need to kill her but I don’t want to go back! I am not going back!”
“Girls are like that, man. They just wanna yank your chain. I’d ignore her. Bitches just ain’t worth it.”
And on it went till I dropped him off. 🙂
He was a great guy except for his problem with killing people.
Wait…that was you?
That’s on I-40, right? Think I filled up there a time or twice.
Yep, I-40 east of Knoxville. If my passenger was a representative example of Tennessee’s murderers, they’re very polite, if wired a bit tight, and take the most obvious and direct approach to solving intractable interpersonal issues. They seem to be quite similar to Kentuckians, where one of my coworkers suffered hearing damage from solving a mouse infestation from his couch using a .45 with rubber bullets. Unfortunately, their TV did not survive a ricochet. I would dismiss them as an aberration, but our yearly yard-flea explosion has left me with lighter and cigarette burns all over my arms. Killing irritating pests with bullets or burning them with fire seems like such a no-brainer! On the bright side, if I get captured by the Iranians and the threaten to burn me with cigarettes, I’ll just holler, “You get that flea!”