Hotel Twenty-Nine<br >Travis Air Force Base is about an hour-and-a-half drive<br >up Interstate 80 from San Francisco. The highway<br >roams over and between those low hills linking the Bay<br >Area with California s vast agricultural interior. Tract<br >housing creeps obscenely up some of the slopes. An oc-<br >casional billboard claims too much of the view; one<br >screams "Impeach Earl Warren!" To the west is that<br >huge red sun falling into the Pacific. The reason they<br >call it "Golden California" bgcomes obvious on this<br >road at this time of day. BefoPe~ it moves out of sight，<br >the red ball turns everything a glowing， fluid gold--the<br >rolling hills wearing a soft grassy mantle and a few<br >clumps of trees and mounds of rocks; the highway，<br >black most of the day; even the oncoming cars bearing<br >natives in deep tans， outrageous colors， and--always--<br >the sunglasses. You squint at the goldness of everything，<br > but it s not like squinting at the glare of midday sun off<br > a new snowfall--this feels good， warm， almost makes<br > one desire sleep. So you squint to expose more of your<br > eyelids to that golden warmth， and you want to stay--<br > goddam， you want to stay all of a sudden--did I really<br > volunteer for this thing?<br > Soon the gold ball leaves to tend to Hawaii， the thou-<br > sands of mini-islands farther west， then on to that part<br ><br >
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