Having originated in a German-Yiddish community in the mid-west region of this great nation, I was ill-prepared for what I might expect of this barren desert town. THe hot sun and early-coming summer describe the collective character of locality quite wll. People follow about their days just like the hot, arid gust of wind that circulate this depraved town. I did not choose Bakersfield. Bakersfield choose me. Heading west from my home drew me to old family that had become trapped in this place long before I was born. I am not trapped here, accordingly. This trap is an erie thing. Mountains guard the entrance and exit in almost every direction. The most odd and disturbing thing about this is how the great mountains disappear and reappear through a haze in what seems to be a will of their own. THis town does have a will of its own, make no mistake of that. An aggressively conservative attitude radiates from the town and has fantastic control over the inhabitants thereof. Babies in dumpsters and weekly stabbings are a new and terrifying reality to me. The menacing vibrations of this place await the next great witch hunt of this country which is certain to arise from this place. I have little idea of what to conclude from this great and dreadful town. You Bakersfieldians, or whatever you prefer as a title, are a different species of human than of what I am accustomed to. Your minds, deeds, and aspirations are a mystery to me. THis is a great place. I am sure that no plave in the world can bring a valid comparison to it. With that, I am somewhat relieved to be on my way. I will return home to a gentle and simple American way. I would thank you for hospitality, but I am of no assurity that you will understand the words that I speak. For you are a different people. Still, God bless you all. Shalom al-la melecham.