By Judith Donaldson
EVEN THE RAIN DOESN’T DEPRESS ME me here in Benicia. I lived most of my life in the Northeast, where shoveling snow, scraping ice and yanking galoshes (remember those?) on and off formed the inevitable basics of my winter way of life.
No thanks, no more, I decided one day two years ago. California, here I come. Not surprisingly, it doesn’t take much to please me out here. Fifty-degree days, even if they’re a little or a lot gray, are just fine with me — particularly when I can appreciate the beauty of Benicia’s natural environment and those whom I call the “so-what” citizens who are working to preserve it. I am writing to salute and thank them.