Why Orinda California?
How being flabbergasted inspires.
Two pricey suburbs are lined up behind the Oakland/Berkeley hills in San Francisco’s East Bay. I once heard a standup comedian riff, Orinda is the Spanish word for ‘no black people’… and Lafayette is the French word.
In the 1970s my parents bought a house in the larger, third suburb in line; which was working class until the 80s boon inflated Walnut Creek to a higher status — in property value as opposed to character. Walnut Creek was named for its venerable nut orchards. They were chopped down to build sprawl, and the creek was imprisoned in an underground culvert.
Back in the mid 90s I was in early in sobriety and continually stewing in a caldron of blistering emotions. It certainly didn’t help that I was visiting my parents. I had wisely fortified myself by calling the hotline and found a noon AA meeting at a fancy church in nearby Lafayette. I was in desperate need of a lot of help back then. When my father started in, my choices were either a quart of tequila or any relief a meeting might offer. I debated both options, grabbed my truck keys and blasted over to Lafayette. This is what I got…
Memories of that time are muddled (see emotional issues above), but I crystal clearly recall a particular share of one mature, perfectly groomed and expensively outfitted…
