YOUR QUESTION:

07/21/2020 Tomek (Warsaw, Poland)

Hey Trevor. I have recently seen lots of interesting posts about your father and his hot rods (sorry to hear about him passing away) and it took me to some kind of nostalgic memories that are not mine. But I just couldn't stop thinking about my returns to places of childhood and the strangeness of them. How do you feel when returning to Eureka? Is it odd, strange, or is it just right feeling?

MY ANSWER:

Thank you for the sentiment. Returning to Eureka, which I’ve been doing at least one a year for the last 30 years, is always a bit strange. The dichotomy between familiar/unfamiliar, changed/unchanged, new/old, etc has a trippy effect on the brain. It doesn’t help that Eureka, like a lot of small towns is now inundated with meth. The chill hippies on the Arcata plaza have been replaced by gutterpunk Plazoids who are certainly not taking care of Mother Earth. I think return, in general, is strange. Memories are strange. I grew up in one household, as rare as that is, and my dreams are often set in that same place, so in a way I’ve never left. Definitely still feel connected to that place and will probably decompose in a mushroom suit there.