Not a lot happens here on the the southern edge of the Sequoias National Monument. The local beef cattle population far exceeds the human and the local dairy heifer population is by far more notorious than any human inhabitant. The knotty-pine paneled bar down the road finds itself home to darts, pool, and a good, old-fashioned ass whoopin' on occasion. If the United States still has a frontier, this might be it. If you are looking for a place to grow your own or a culture of rugged individualism, this may be the place for you.
If there is any order or structure at all here on the edge of civilization, it exists at about 11:20 AM every weekday when an assortment of characters gather at the post office waiting for the day's mail. The post office is where we call if we need to know when the electricity will be back on, when the road will be plowed, or who fathered whose child. I guess it should be no surprise that the post office was also the center of the Obama inauguration here this week.
Mail carrier Angela, who drives through a dozen other Podunk towns and services a whole lot of rural mailbox routes, made Obama cupcakes on Tuesday for the big day. Here in the Sequoia National Monument we don't need to compete with Obama gingerbread cookies or the Haphazard Gourmet Girls' "Sarah 'You Can't Blink' Palin Cupcakes." We just like to eat.
Behold the Obama "You can only help us if you can find us" Cupcake wrapped in institutional cupcake paper. The Obama flag uses left-over file folder labels and a toothpick flag pole stolen from a local cowboy restaurant. Asked her budget for the project, someone overheard Angela say, "About what's left in Sacramento."
From the heart of a state whose coffers will have less than mine in about a week (and that's saying something), we're already adapting here in the Sequoia National Monument.
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