The First Time
In 1976, my mother took a two-week vacation from her job with the State of California as an Adjudicator who decided whether people received unemployment. She visited some of her long-time friends who had recently moved to Newport, Oregon which was just a small fishing down on the Oregon coast back then. Mom fell in love with the area and with the people — her long-time friends were moving up there, fleeing from the San Francisco Bay Area which they claimed wasn’t the same anymore. Mom said Newport reminded her of a miniature San Francisco complete with a bridge across the bay and the Bay…