Then we had the old lady. She drives an old buick, and can't see. So she, and I ain't kidding, drives down the road with her head hanging out the window real slow so she can see the lines on the road. Gawd help you if you get behind her. 20 mph in a winding no pass zone for 1/2 the lake front. But she's the mom of one of the city council, so it was overlooked. On the trip, we pulled into the only eating place open after 8PM (locals are in the bar or at home with a 12 pack by 8-specially if they have a couple DUI's to contend with), Pirate Cove Pizza in Upper Lake (population 600 hillbilly drunks). We're sitting there eating when in walks a guy who evidently showered during the Carter administration, just filthy dirty, in torn overalls with pee stains, who burps loudly and yells out to his friends in the back of the room playing pool and drinking "WELL, I GOT RID OF THE OLD LADY." Now, is she dead at the bottom of the lake, or did she just move to Ukiah? We don't know. My BH looked at me and said, "we've gotta get out of here before these retards start playing banjo and making pig sounds *insert Deliverance theme song*".
One of the town doctors has been accused over and over for illegally prescribing "diet pills" and assorted other items. It was fairly common knowledge up there. He ever get charged? Nope. Just can't prescribe medicine for a couple of months a year. I won't even MENTION the conditions at the Indian reservations at the government housing tracks. eeesssshhh.
This is the Appalachian district of California. And this story doesn't surprise me at all. For a place who's known for the world famous "bar stool races", the good old boy network is alive and well. But if you want to FISH, that's the place to go.
Well that was an interesting tour of some place I’ll make it a point to miss if I’m ever in that time zone!