To all my Californian friends: here, in the words of Stan Rogers, is why I don’t move down there to be with all of you.
“In a few more years I won’t remember what it was to play,
The music of old friends who need to live so far away,
But can I once taste Northern waters, then forsake them for the South,
To feel California’s ashes in my mouth?”
P.S. I’ll never forget what it was, Stan notwithstanding.