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Hmm. Well, I live in Anaheim. Which most of the world knows as home to Disneyland. Which it is; the Mouse is definitely the 800-pound gorilla. But my parents remember Orange County before then, when, as its name implies, orange trees grew as far as the eye could see. Pocket orchards remain here and there, most less than an acre but still utterly charming. My house is relatively new; it was built in 1955, the same year Disneyland opened. A little bit south of us, a little bit north of the Kingdom, stands The Colony. It's a section of Anaheim reaching a few square miles between North and South Streets, stretching wide between East and West Streets. It's the original settlement, full of beautifully kept old houses. Sometimes I drive its streets and imagine what Anaheim must have been like before it was so built up. Back when it was all agriculture, rather than pop culture.

Sometimes, I can still smell the oranges.