One of the best things about my vacation last week is that I found the California that I can really get behind. Previously, my only experiences have really been in Los Angeles. No offense to my friends there, but that place is a hell hole. It's hot, smoggy and has an unnatural fascination with traffic.

As I headed out of town up the coast, I ran into the California that all those songs are written about. Please bury me in Napa Valley.