I’m from a small town. My life began in Southern California suburbs and as I grew older, my family moved further and further from city life every chance we had, until we finally settled in the antithesis of a booming metropolis—Ferndale. Whatever that name might conjure up in your mind, it certainly doesn’t connote skyscrapers, an arts scene, or buzzing cafes and hip bistros; if you picture a cow placidly chewing its cud in a pasture one block from Main Street you’d be just about there.
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