"Where the Fuck is Buttonwillow?"

I drove up to Northern California in November to help our office out up there.

Well, more like I was helping our tech out. His dad died and he was out of town.

Cyn didn't wan't to go with me this time. Probably a good thing. It rained a lot while I was up there. I had the car. She would have been stuck in the Best Western room all day, by herself.

I stayed in Concord, California. Concord is about 420 miles (676 km) from here and about 30 miles (48 km) north east of San Fancisco.

About 275 miles (443 km) of that drive is on I-5 through the Great Basin, California's bread basket.

Having been born and raised in the cement jungle, I'm amazed at the lack of "stuff" in our Heartland.

It's very refreshing.

Not all of California is covered in asphalt and cement!

Anyway, there are a lot of little towns along the way. Two of them always stick out when I make that drive. One is Firebaugh, the other is Buttonwillow.

Every single time I drive by Buttonwillow, I think of a bumpersticker that reads, "Where the fuck is Buttonwillow?!"

It just strikes me as funny.

Oh, Buttonwillow is HERE