It's amazing what a little sun can do. After some particularly heavy storming last weekend, this week we've been treated to some sunshine, and it's apparent how it's lifted everyone's spirits. On my walk today, I encountered several friendly strangers and checked out a couple yard sales in Poverty Ridge.
Poverty Ridge is the deceptively named affluent area right "behind" where I live (Midtown Sacramento is set up on a grid, Letters vs Numbers. So further down the alphabet reads as "behind" in my brain). It's named Poverty Ridge because the city has a tendency to flood (as in, all the time), and back in the Gold Rush days Poverty Ridge was one of the highest spots in the city, so after the flood waters rolled in, the newly homeless would flock to the dry Ridge. There was an attempt to rename it "Sutter Terrace" at some point (much like the city's current campaign to rebrand "Alkali Flats" as "Mansion Flats"), but, probably because that name is terrible, it never stuck. Now it's the place to find houses like this;
Side note; I'm typing this in the McClatchy Library, on 22nd and U, across a nice shiny table from a 40 yr old man hitting on a girl in her early twenties. The best part of this is the conversation started with him talking about how much quieter this library is than Central, her (and my) usual haunt. He's then proceeded to give her his business card, talk about setting up an account with her (business related, still), and is now trying to get her to recognize the "most richest man on the planet" from a photo of his "business associates" in New York. At some point he also compared her age to that of his daughter's. I've seen older men do this at work to my female coworkers all the time, and I have no idea why they think that is going to be anything but repulsive. Anyway...
Willie's has a definite "diner" charm; it's a very industrial building, with paper towel dispensers on the wall for napkins, and the type of construction that looks like it will survive most natural disasters. Which is good, because I'm gonna want a double-patty double-cheese burger and onion rings after the Apocalypse.
In other news, I found this sticker of a velociraptor on my apartment's recycling bin;