One day 20 years ago, a slightly flustered UPS driver asked Margaret Hoover for directions. She’d seen him drive past her house three times already, so she wasn’t surprised when he stopped. “So,” he said, trying to get his bearings. “This is 621 Walnut Drive?”
Let's get something straight: That lovely and historic home of yours two or three blocks from 100-year-old Jastro Park is not in Westchester.
Some neighborhoods are working class. Some are white-collar professional. Some are retirement, some are historic, some are Bohemian.
The late, great food critic Jonathan Gold was known to have visited Old Town Kern even when he had no intention of writing anything about the trip.
Wondering what's so pleasantly different about that chile verde? Wide-eyed over that steaming platter of garlicky Basque fried chicken? Sizing up an angle of attack on that briny, rich clam linguine?
Old Stockdale, that proud little bastion of winding, tree-lined streets and sprawling mansions spaced incongruously alongside quirky pastel bungalows and low, broad ranch homes, has a stubborn streak.
Forty years before the first bulldozer tore into Bakersfield's Westpark neighborhood, people were attempting to drive on the Centennial Corridor freeway.