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I never imagined I'd find myself writing anything positive about the town where I was born. When asked where I'm from I most often respond Reno, Nevada cuz that's where I lived from age 4 thru 14. But if you hold my feet to the fire I'll admit that in Feb 1953 we left Reno and returned to Stockton, California where I finished high school. Then I left again for (6 months) active duty in the Marine Corps. When I was discharged from Active duty I found a job in Stockton with Standard Stations Inc (Chevron these days), then off to college in Inglewood (in the LA area). Stockton is in the northern center of the California farming area called the Central Valley. That valley stretches from Bakersfield in the south all the way to Redding in the north- about 450 miles of nothing but farming. Stockton is larger than many of the towns in the valley. During and after the depression of the 1930s, population grew to about 35,000 and then ... died. Or so I thought. Today I understand ...

... so now we have to wait for the results. We may not get what we want, but we're gonna keep voting anyway! Snow birds are arriving here in the park. I just checked to see what our current population is only to find the WiFi is on its ass again cuz of too many people. Well... ok. A *slight* exaggeration. We had a lightning strike on one of the WiFi towers and it needs repair. But that's 2 days from now, so what's the excuse today?! My quick-to-complain answer is "insufficient data capacity". To celebrate the greatest voting event since June Primaries (it's now the end of October), the Admiral went into high-production mode making covers for all our EarthBoxes . Making cold weather covers for the EarthBoxes   We're starting to get a freeze most nights here in Benson (we're at 3600 ft elevation... same as Reno, NV). The covers guard the veggies and flowers during the evening. With a little imagination it appears we have a wagon train of conestogas passi...