From an email I wrote to Tim regarding the world-famous Gilroy Garlic Festival:



You sound surprised by the thought of people dressing up like garlic. (Yes, they look like big baby

diapers. No, I never wore one myself.) There's garlic beer, and garlic ice

cream, and two days of drunken stinking tourists from the central valley. It's

major business in Gilroy. Poor neighbouring Morgan Hill, their Mushroom

Mardi Gras never took off in the same way. Of course, there was even less that

Watsonville could do with it's artichokes.



DO YOU SEE WHY I HAD TO FLEE?