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- FEUDS, Page 80CALIFORNIAThe War Between The StateNorth to South: "Oh, stop whining!"
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- BY PAUL A. WITTEMAN/SAN FRANCISCO
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- Whew. Those of you who have read the splenetic outburst
- about San Francisco on a previous page should understand one
- thing: my colleague is a native Southern Californian. The few
- people who can claim that dubious honor are drilled from
- childhood to think of my part of the state as the evil empire.
- Come to think of it, a former Governor once believed Northern
- California was a far more dangerous place than that den of evil,
- Grenada. Since most of the water coming out of the lawn
- sprinklers in Bel Air and since all the ice cubes solidifying
- themselves at this very moment in Beverly Hills' kitchens
- originate in the north, Mr. Reagan, that quintessential Southern
- Californian (nonnative variety), may yet be proved right.
- Especially if the north ever loses patience and turns off the
- spigot.
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- Not that we would. If one thing characterizes Northern
- California and the city in which I live, it is tolerance for all
- manner of human behavior that confounds and enrages folks in
- other parts of the country. For example, I live next door to a
- gay synagogue. During the gulf war, demonstrators against U.S.
- involvement gathered at the synagogue before going off to
- protest. Two women carried a sign saying LESBIAN ZIONISTS FOR
- PEACE. Not my point of view, actually, but they're certainly
- entitled.
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- Since I have some unorthodox ideas of my own (the
- Cleveland Indians will rise again, to name one), it is
- comforting to know that in San Francisco people feel
- unintimidated about expressing such beliefs publicly. This
- live-and-let-live attitude has frayed in recent years as gays
- have flexed their new political muscle, often angrily, but
- general tolerance is still intact.
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- As every tourist knows, this place is very easy on the
- eyes. It's not just the little cable cars ever climbing and
- clanging; it's not just the Golden Gate Bridge, the bay and
- Alcatraz. The walk down the Vulcan Stairway and the view of
- downtown from the corner of 20th and Connecticut are only two
- of the thousands of arresting sights beckoning every single day
- -- when the fog isn't in, that is. I happen to like cool, breezy
- weather, especially in summer, so the fog and I have become good
- friends. I will admit that it is an acquired taste.
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- Then there is the wine. Someone who was bred in New Jersey
- doesn't naturally develop an affinity for the grape. But even
- a brief residence in Northern California transforms the newcomer
- into a wine aficionado. Now I can't get enough of those
- Zinfandels, Syrahs and Pinots. Salut, Napa and Sonoma!
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- Frivolous, you say; self-indulgent too. Never mind, say I.
- People who sneer thus are merely afflicted with geography envy;
- they are wedded to the misconception that a glorious autumn
- must be followed by a dark and dreary winter. There are those,
- nurtured on another coast, who believe nothing great can be
- accomplished where palm trees grow outdoors. The technical
- innovations in electronics and biotechnology begotten by labs
- at Stanford and Berkeley, not to mention the invention of the
- Jefferson Airplane, put the lie to such wrongheaded thinking.
- Important things do happen here.
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- Nothing important, however, happens in Southern
- California. How seriously can you take a place where the leading
- industry calls its place of work a "studio"? I went to a studio
- last year where a bunch of grown men stood around for hours
- watching another grown man repeatedly pout and grimace for the
- camera, all the while straddling the back of a make-believe
- monster. At length, a supervisor ordered an underling to fetch
- a prop. The minion did not dash off to get it. Instead he turned
- to the boss and said, archly, "Thank you for sharing that
- thought with me." If this is productivity, be thankful the
- studios are not in charge of taking in the crops.
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- Southern Californians are whiners. They whine about the
- Rams. They whine about the Dodgers, who should never have left
- Brooklyn anyway. Mostly they whine about the traffic and how
- they can't get anywhere in their car. My advice to them: Stop
- driving. That will give OPEC something to think about, save you
- money and clean up the filthy air you breathe.
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- This does not mean that Southern California lacks
- redeeming qualities and attractions. The beaches from Malibu
- down to Mission Bay are peachy. There are even serious people
- of substance who have their own reasons for living there. (John
- Wooden, the greatest basketball coach in history, comes
- immediately to mind.) My favorite place, however, after the San
- Diego Zoo, is the airport everyone calls LAX. The attraction
- isn't physical. It's just that when the cab drops me off there,
- my spirits rise. I know that within an hour or so, I'll be back
- where I belong.
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