This is my 100th blog entry.
Jennifer is playing a concert in Grass Valley (north of Sacramento), and I'm with her for the weekend. We had breakfast today at the Railroad Cafe, a run-of-the-mill place food-wise, but with the benefit of having a full model railroad running on a track suspended from the ceiling.
Apparently Grass Valley is a big retirement community, and I guess model railroading is one of those old-timer hobbies. I never got into it. Maybe I will someday, when I retire up here.
Grass Valley also has an active biker bar -- a lot of expensive Harleys parked out front, driven by tough-looking guys in black leather. Most of whom are probably dentists.
