I submit to you that this morning’s front page story about an art hoax in Colfax involving tiny Buddha’s head statues found floating in the American River, first mentioned here by SinghCity yesterday, is one of the finest encapsulations of the spirit of Sacramento. Go read it, it’s rewarding.
There is that particular feeling you get about Sacramento–the propensity to drive into buildings, the mobbing at local openings of giant chain stores, the tendency to seem incapable of maintaining the species that gives you pause, and yet you can’t quite articulate it in a full sentence. I believe (this theory is actually my wife’s, but I subscribe to it whole-heartedly) that it can be attributed to the theory that Sacramento is still a gold mining outpost, a lawless frontier fort, with all the paranoid grasping at civilization that you imagine the original ’49ers embodied. This story is a good example.
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