I used to think Yosemite was overrated.
The first time I went there was in fifth grade with my family. After hearing comments about how “breathtaking” and “absolutely wonderful” Yosemite was, we were looking forward to a great trip. But due to the weather (winter was just turning to spring), we didn’t get to enjoy the outdoors as much as we had hoped.
In my six years living in Los Altos, no other election has caused as much of a fuss in the community as last month’s did.
Between city council candidates and Measure C, one thing is certain: Our city ironically resembles the division seen in national politics. And I don’t mean right along party lines. Residents are overwhelmingly liberal, but when it comes to deciding on downtown growth and citywide development, there is no clear majority.
I sat behind a Rubbermaid table in front of an old Palo Alto residence, holding a chocolate bar the size of my face.
The arm of an elementary-school-aged boy dressed as a dinosaur extended above his head to where I could see his hand, his palm facing up toward the night sky. He waited as I handed him the chocolate bar. Like a soldier, he marched to the next house. His parents trailed behind him.
