Curmudgeon wrote:
I was born in 1943 while my dad was off fighting WW II. He came home alive and all in one piece. I was raised in central California when the State was still great. We were number one in education, tolerance, and quality of life. Everyone wanted to come here, and too many did.
I was born in 1942 in San Francisco and lived there for six years. We then moved to the Sacramento where I lived until going into the Air Force in 1963. I moved back to Sacramento when I was discharged in 1968. My dad was too young for WWI and too old for WWII. I agree with you that California was a great place to live.
You got that right.