How I got here and when I got here is factually unimportant. It’s also the same mundane story of many who move with their company to some new unheard of location. Say what you will about the San Fernando Valley, but at least it’s a happen’n place—sort of. I’d never heard of Moreno Valley, Box Springs, Sunnymead Ranch, Lake Perris, Sycamore Canyon, Rancho Belago, Moreno Beach, Canyon Springs, or even the Riverside International Raceway. But now that I’m here, I’ve made the best of it, made it my home, and make it around town pretty easily everyday.
Moreno Valley (the locals call it MoVal) is a clean quaint efficient little city, mostly housing tracts, with a few major boulevards speckled with a variety of the usual strip-mall stores, drive-thrus, eatery chains, lunch-and-lubes, mega-giga-super-grocery complexes, extra value super deluxe discount centers, and theaters-a-plenty. The only problem is, half of them are closed, out-of-business, bankrupt, or simply abandoned. Nonetheless, MoVal folk seem to keep a speculative outlook and cheerful optimism waiting for better times.
And though I’ll always have a part of my heart in North Hollywood, I come to you, open minded, interested, and eager to suckle at the milk and honey trickling from your rocky bosom. Now MoVal Me!
M is for Maybe I’ll Make it Mine?
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