Graffiti Bridge. 
The Arb. Where you can mistake three birds for two.
(Here. Try again.)
And where someone is always grumpier than you are.
Moller Skycars. Full of futuristic thinking …
or maybe circa 1980s futuristic thinking.
Lonely Bicycle Parts.
The place in Winters that is perfect for an Airstream cafe.
It even already has a piano.
And the fact that, well, everything is Ag.
But not so much my RV space. Goodbye, Davis.