How To Save California

Its been two weeks and the longer I'm on the road the more i have to keep repeating to myself that i am home.  Its all been happening so fast, Ive hardly had the time to communicate with  you, nevermind anyone else, about what exactly happened in philadelphia the other evening. 

Firstly i would like to express my gratitude to all the people who wrote me and told me how they felt. I know there really isnt anything anyone could say or do that would make this experience any lighter. But the fact that so many of my friends and family would even take the time to share their feelings was beyound belief. And for that, i thank you. 

Shes my favorite now and has been since my earliers days. There was a time when i honestly believed that i had not a friend in the world. Her kind voice would always find a way into my soul and things wouldent seem so distraught. And in my darkest hour she seemed to be the only one who knew i was telling the truth. Not even my own son could look  me in the eyes.

She has been in bed all this time but we did not want to write and tell you, several doctors have been in to see her, on of them said cancer. But you see, those doctors, they sit down fiction and they stare. Their choice of words speak mid nineteenth century medicine. Maggot, Leach, and Frog down the throat. I know these methods are harsh but in 1849, that's all we got. 

They told me not to tell anyone but she had a few last words. She said she loved you and she told me she still cared. If she ever finds the time to leave her place she will. She spoke of mainly mornings you and her would awake to the sound of mother, as she shuffled through her pots and pans trying in desperate fashion to get breakfast done before father got back from the fields.

But mother is gone and so is father. They just couldn't handle this planet it its present state.  This manifest destiny that is seemingly in our grasp, this fifty four forty or fight!, you speak of, i don't buy it. Only a certain type of person can handle those things. If there is a god, would he want us to take what wasn't ours. To take a man and remove him from his place he worked and lived and loved his whole life? 

I spoke to her but i reckon she'll be pushing up the grass shortly. I would go on but it only gets worse from here. I'm moving out west, where, i will establish a town and possibly become its mayor. With this paper and with this pen i will show you how to save California. And i will tell the locals, stories of back east and how it was for our fathers and what will become of their homes. I'm not doing this to spite you.