California Epistle #1
Driving back from Santa Barbara to Silicon Valley I mostly notice the music. In the vast middle area of coastal California there aren’t a lot of radio stations. What you can find seem to be either Christian or Spanish. Of course, some may be both, but since Jesus is a fairly common Hispanic name and I don’t speak Spanish I can’t tell.
I do however know when one of the Spanish stations advertises a restaurant. Being from California I know the names of common Mexican/Salvadoran/Guatemalan/CalMex food items. So when the DJ starts to say “Carne Asada, Ensalata, Chile Rellenos,” along with words that even I recognize as numbers, at first for a brief moment I imagine it‘s a station for Spanish-illiterate people set up so we can hear some words we know.
Then I realize I’m being ridiculous and the DJ was just reading a menu. But it’s not always easy to be rational in the third hour of a five hour solo drive along largely flat roads, accompanied only by passing oil rigs and cattle.
I should point out, I am an atheist.
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