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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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Gotta mention the river too—the Rio Encantado flows right by the city center. I sometimes sit by its edge, watchin' couples daydream, and can literally hear the city beat like a living, breathing love song. But man, sometimes it makes me mad too—especially when tourists treat it like a selfie factory, ya know?

John Higley Obituary (1937 - 2020) - Palo Cedro, CA - Redding Record Searchlight