I thought I’d mentioned the The Arcata Eye’s police log previously: a paean to life in Northern California’s export crop zone, in a town overwhelmed by drifters, stoned students, and off-leash dogs.
Cynthia alerted me to a song, also on the Eye’s site, inspired by the police log.
Across the way at Ninth and H
The sidewalk’s clogged
With a clump of dreads and nugs
Sift through slang and patches
And cart away the thugs
