I was born in Sacramento as was my sister. My badge at work used to say Sacramento for hometown but, after being told "I live right off of (insert street) and (insert intersecting street)" and nodding knowingly many times, I switched it to Las Vegas. My father grew up in the area and we still have a lot of family there. I actually enjoy every trip there that we've been able to manage as a family.
My grandmother Lillian who lives there is absolutely the sweetest and most sincere person that I've ever met. I've yet to hear a foul word out of her mouth and even her exclamations of joy or shock are peppered with the words "oh, dear" and "isn't that nice." She's a small and dainty woman of Swedish heritage. She lives with my uncle Bill in the home that she and my grandfather had raised their children. She's also very active and even plays bridge with her friends.
A few days ago, a car carrying these 4 octogenarians was hit by another car after returning from a bridge game. Two of them remain in critical condition. Grandma only suffered a broken rib and quite a few bruises but you can tell talking to her just how much pain she is in. This has shaken me some as all I can think about is how I currently dislike cars and how important a role she plays in my belief that there are kind and gentle people out there. Get better, Nana.