Susanville, CA

We thought we'd been every which way between Montana and California over the years. Fellow world-wide travelers Rick and Kathy gave us a suggestion--they are experts in finding the roads less traveled--up through the eastern bits of northern California and then Oregon, then across Idaho...and that's how we came to Susanville. We might have passed it up, but I was insistent: because of life-long friend Susan B, Vicki's room-mate in Tallahassee and later bridesmaid, and because visiting Susanville would afford me an opportunity to display my vast knowledge of cinematic history, or at least mention my currently favorite old movie. The fact that Susanville has an accommodating Walmart parking lot, and it was time to stop driving, settled the matter.

Someone else's picture of Susanville, looking, um, east, I
think; it's a medium-sized small town, sort of a regional hub,
with a Walmart, a Safeway, a Les Schwab, and numerous
other necessities and amenities; it is also home to three
penitentiaries, two state, one federal, the town's major
employers; only 8 cases of Covid-19 so far; but all in all,
Susan, I think you're way better off in Tallahassee with Ken

The aforementioned Walmart: one of the quietest ever; I guess they're all pretty
quiet now with the limited hours...

Just as Bogart never said "Play it again, Sam," Cary Grant
never said "Judy, Judy, Judy"; but he did say "Susan!
Susan! Susan! Susan" in Howard Hawks' 1938 Bringing
Up Baby, the greatest of all the "screwball" comedies;
that's Hepburn's derriere he's shielding; but don't trust
me: take a look at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQ
DbDIz1Y0E; and at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
y2NZcPNaLeE for context

Let's see: in other news, it was Father's Day, and the plant
light Rebecca and Rachel gave me (a couple weeks back)
is doing fine here in the RV

And, for a special treat, Vicki baked a plum tort, one of my favorites, from
fresh plums off a Menlo Park neighbor's invading plum tree