100 miles north of San Francisco. Tonight the Blackhorse Blues and Rock 'n Roll band plays, “I Shot the Sheriff, But I Did Not Shoot His Deputy.” Bear's
In a valley of dead rivers, each one killed on behalf of agriculture, the aqueduct was the one river still alive. Its artificiality had achieved a permanence; its permanence had created my California. I pull over into the dirt of a pomegranate orchard, the ancient fruit that the Resnicks ...