Birthplace

Thursday, Jan. 06, 2011 - 9:09 a.m.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of going to the city of my birthplace, Marysville, California -- driven there by none other than Alan Brownlee.

I had to go to Yuba County to retrieve a certified copy of my birth certificate so I can get my passport and go to Australia in the spring.

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Time stands still in some areas of where I grew up. The victorian architecture is still predominant in the parts of Marysville that are nearest to the levees.

The new courthouse and related offices, however, have moved out of their particular victorians and into the old Monkey Wards building -- which was kind of jarring to Alan, since he used to work at that department store when it was still thriving.

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The drive there and back was relatively quick, for a more-than-two-hundred mile round trip -- and Alan and I had a chance to talk things out.

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We made such excellent time that we got back to Vacaville a little after three in the afternoon. Since the ferry I'd be taking back to SF didn't leave until a quarter of six in the evening, we stopped by his garage and switched everything on and jammed. He hadn't heard me play the bass in several months. I've been continuing to practice, even though I don't currently have a situation -- and he was kind enough to give me kudos for doing that.

Finally a little after four, we headed down the hill. Traffic was congested but not impossible, and we found a parking space where the car faced west as the sun was setting.

The final ferry pulled up, and Alan saw me off.

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In San Francisco, after I disembarked, I met John at the bus stop at 3 Embarcadero, and we went home together on the 1 California.

Thanks again, Alan, for sparing John's hips!

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So that's what happened yesterday.

See you next time.

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