I just stumbled across the Free Press by accident and
wanted to compliment you on your writing style. I
particularly enjoyed the article about the designer
septic systems.
I was raised in San Anselmo, which is a small town in
Marin County, California. When I was growing up, Marin
had its "hoity-toities" but it seemed like most people
were decent folk with normal values (probably
blue-bloods - classy and with an old-fashioned
etiquette book somewhere in their bookshelves). I
would swear that somehow everybody seemed to know each
other. That was back in the 1960's and 70's. Then
Marin became The Place to Be - peacock feathers and
hot tubs (cocaine), along with arrogant know-it-all,
holier-than-thou attitudes. I became a firefighter and
escaped, moving to a small town in Sonoma County. Very
few people that I grew up with can afford to live in
Marin and most have moved away, leaving an alien
population. I rarely return to my hometown, and when I
do there's a lump in my throat.
The same thing is happening here in Sonoma County -
houses are selling for over a million dollars, my
co-workers are commuting 1-2 hours for - as we were
told during wage negotiations - "the chance to work in
the heart of the wine country." You need a permit to
cut a tree in your yard, and bare land is reserved for
megaliths, man's tribute to himself, by virtue of the
cost per acre and because, even if you can afford the
land, the "average" person certainly couldn't afford
the process of building even the most simple of homes.
Which brings me to my point - I stumbled onto the free
press website because every morning I sit at my desk
pounding out detailed descriptions of why we were out
in the middle of the night when we should have been
sleeping. And every so often I take a peek at the web
cam image of one of my favorite places, Swan Valley
and the Tetons from the "back" side. Until today, when
I chanced to follow the link to your paper, I would
imbibe in an unrealistic dream of owning land - farm
land - in the Swan Valley. My dream had chapters - a
small farm house, a simple life, good people, my
children looking at bugs under rocks rather than
watching TeeVee or shopping. And an underlying theme
of no one telling me how I should live my life or
showing off their wonderful life. I must admit, I
considered the payback for living around this
pretentious decadence, the opportunity to move away
and pay cash for everything, to live the rest of my
life with an average job and money for emergencies
sitting safe in a bank account. But I see that no
matter where I might go, there THEY will be. THEY
ruined MY small towns, and because I somehow survived,
working a blue-collar job and being sensible with my
income, I am one of the wealthy hoards that dreams of
invading your paradise. I have, despite what I
consider admirable resistance, become THEY.
So I will continue to view the images of the Tetons,
but rather than chance more cold and unfriendly folk
I'll re-direct my dreams to some other paradise. Good
luck with your battle - and it IS a battle. I hope
that the next time I drive through Swan Valley I
encounter signs of your victory, NOT Hummers and
Beemers at one of the new stoplights.
I should have listened to my guru - he told me never
to read the news.
Sincerely,
Steve Emerson
Sonoma County, California
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