You show up in a local coffee shoppe, or any place of business, and you will be greeted by the most jaded clerk ever. Irregardless of which shoppe, it’s sometimes perfunctory for normal folks to make weird out-of-place comments about inane arbitrary moments in time. This doesn’t happen in big cities. Folks there, normal or other, don’t have time to say weird things even if they do have time. The small towns that litter everywhere between the metropolises are ripe with folks who rise up to the common task of throwing witticisms to complete strangers, full of kind gentry who will smile and acknowledge ones vain attempts at humour or sardonic commentary. Santa Cruz has seen too much of that. Keep Santa Cruz Weird? Not right now. Don’t get me wrong. The town is great, just not weird.
