Walla Walla, Washington. The town so nice, they named it twice. But something is wrooooong. The Norman Rockwell Americana town of my childhood has become posessed. Somewhere behind one of the 900 wine tasting rooms and foo-foo hanging fern sushi on a stick restaurants is, I'm sure, a giant stack of PODS!! It is CREEEEPY.
Okay, I don't begrudge the town's new Napa North image…it just feels weird. Places that were once unpretentious and funky are now upscale and super nice. Too nice. Everything is nice. Everything is upscale. Success is okay. Tourism is okay too. Tomorrow I'll look around and see if i can find a piece of authenticity — something of honest Walla Walla heritage. You know, something that reeks of rural Eastern Washington history, such as a brothel, dive bar, or scrap yard. If I find one, I'll let you know.