Bakersfield is a dusty hellhole at the south end of California's central valley. It's the last major town you go through before climbing over the mountains into LA.
My Dad's folks lived there and I remember going to Bakersfield for major holidays from the San Francisco area where I grew up. Loved my grandparents, hated Bakersfield.
If it wasn't for my fascination with film history, I probably wouldn't set foot south of Bakersfield.
Bakersfield. I have no idea where that is, but it sounds quaint and writer-friendly.
Bakersfield is a dusty hellhole at the south end of California's central valley. It's the last major town you go through before climbing over the mountains into LA.
Ah, I see. It sounds less quaint and writer friendly now.
My Dad's folks lived there and I remember going to Bakersfield for major holidays from the San Francisco area where I grew up. Loved my grandparents, hated Bakersfield.