Posted on 12/23/2020 12:31:16 PM PST by Onthebrink
I am writing this column upon returning home to California after five days in Florida. For the first time since my first trip to Los Angeles in 1974 and moving there two years later, I dreaded going to California.
That first trip, as a 25-year-old New Yorker, I experienced the palpable excitement looking at the American Airlines flight board at JFK airport and seeing “Los Angeles.”
For most Americans, the very name “California” elicited excitement, wonder, even envy of Californians, and most of all … freedom. While America always represented freedom, within America, California exemplified freedom most of all.
Yet, here I am, sitting in a state where corruption reigns (one of the leading Democrats of the last half-century told me years ago that politicians in California are window dressing; the real power in California is wielded by unions) and where, for nine months, normal life has been shut down, schools have been closed, and small businesses have been destroyed in unprecedented numbers.
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Did they erect a big statue of Uncle Joe yet, like Washington?
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When I was on active duty it was always my dream that my last assignment before retirement (1991) was in California so I could retire there. As it turned out, my last assignment before retirement was to Oklahoma City. Didn’t like it at the time but both now my wife and I are so glad we retired in Oklahoma instead of California.
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