Why do they need social workers in affluent effluent Marin County?
To provide food stamps and welfare to the illegals, so that the illegals can afford to stay in Marin and undercut the construction and service sectors. That way the wealthy can save a few bucks on landscaping and remodeling while the rest of us have our standard of living degraded.
In 1971, we moved from the East Cost to the West Coast.
The only things I knew about Marin at that time, were:
It was north of San Francisco.
I could catch a helicopter to SFO and save hours of driving and parking.
We could buy property in Lucas Valley that actually had a yard and a fence.
Our kids could walk to school.
Within a few months, I knew that I had made a big mistake.
It was like living in a different world. There was no love for a capitalist, who hunted/fished and went to church on a regular basis.
In a couple of years, our older son went from mild/seasonal asthma to trips to the ER and stays in the hospital. It seemed to happen at about the same time, 4pm +- 30 minutes. The liberal Ped couldn’t figure it out, and the er docs liked the repeat business.
After a severe attack which placed my son in the hospital for a couple of days and poor RXing by the ped. I fired that ped and found a new ped who had trained at NIH.
We told him what seemed to be happening and the time. He had me stay home for a few days to monitor while he changed the meds. Like clockwork, the cold wind would shoot up Lucas Valley Road at about 4 pm, +- 30 minutes, and our son would start wheezing.
The Ped told us to be ready to travel east with suitcases when the next attack started. The next day, the cold wind came up, and our son started wheezing. We jumped into the loaded vehicle headed north on 101 when we turned east on 37, his breathing started to improve. By the time we got to Sears Point, he was still better. We got on 80 and headed to Sacramento. He was worse in Fairfield, which is really winding in the late afternoon. By the time we got to Sacremento, his wheezing had stopped.
The company was making realignments, and I could move to Sacramento. We did. Our son got better, and we left the liberal hell hole known as Marin.