A dirt road runs through the middle of my property.
The house is on a hill on one side of the road.
The barn is on a hill on the other side.
"I can't imagine why you want to live there," Marietta said,
when I bought it.
She's a younger painter whose work used to be hot, but now nobody knows
who she is. I mean younger than me. I think she's about 60.
I don't miss the Bay area at all.