You can't make this compost up

From a mother regarding the previous post:  "I remember my husband and I going through a period when we didn't want our son to swear.  We substituted 'heart' for any curse word.  Yes, I know.  Really Sebastopol.  We'd all say, 'Holy heart!'  And my son would say, 'What the heart?!'  But what always cracked me up was hearing him go, 'Are you hearting kidding me?'"

I was in front of Fiesta/Pacific Market (depending on which sign you are partial to) and there was a guitarist and flute player standing at opposite sides of the entrance.  The musicians were kind of battling it out.  Two people standing next to me wondered who was going to win, and one predicted, "Well, it's Sebastopol - so probably the flautist."

From one of my community moles, at the Dhyana Center:
"I want my elixir straight up.  No coconut sugar."

I ran into the woman who had asked me about the Sebastopol vortex a few years ago and ended up in my blog twice.  She doesn't live in Sebastopol but was here shopping with a friend.  She was surprised to learn I was still doing the blog.  (Always nice to hear from a non-fan.)  She asserted, "I have something you could add!  At lunch my friend said she couldn't go to the city with me on Saturday because of a workshop she was going to.  I was like, 'Really?  What workshop?'  She kind of rolled her eyes and said, "Well, it's on a Saturday afternoon in Sebastopol.  So you know what kind of workshop it is.'  It was a yoga one of course.  And by 'workshop' she meant her and maybe four other people in someone's living room."

Regarding the didgeridoo:  "It is the status symbol of our times."

Outside Whole Foods, pretending to look at Christmas trees because I heard the word "astrologist" from a woman on her phone.  The conversation was quite bland, but at one point she did inform the person: "She didn't think Trump was going to win, so I'm not sure how much I trust her any more."

A local who grew up in Sebastopol reminiscing:  "Used to go to the Analy Theater on Tuesday 50 cent night.  We called it Hippie night.  It was packed with hippies that came out of the woods."

"I'm going to say hi to my bud.  Who's probably high.  On bud."

Man on the corner of 12 and Main Street a few weeks ago, with a sign:
     OLD 
   ANGRY
 LIBERALS
   Time to
   RESIST


License plates:
SCUBY DU
HAZRDUZ
CHEEPO
1 QT JSTR





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