If you are of a certain age and grew up in the North Valley, you probably have some indelible memories of summer. Your family car might have been a Ford Falcon or a Rambler with vinyl bench seats (sans seat belts) that got hot enough to leave burn marks on bare legs. There were no shopping malls; all stores faced a street and you walked outside ( Read more... )

Cottonwood is one of those I-5 exits most people zoom on past. Unless they need to fill the tank or get a cup o' joe, the average driver sees it as a blip, another of the zillion green exit signs that freckle the roadside. Hardly anyone says, "Hey, Cottonwood! Bet that's a happening place - let's take a gander ( Read more... )