By Bob Kaster
Ann and I have lived in Yreka for fifty years. Actually, in the same house. How many people can say that? In 1972, there was one traffic light in Yreka, and it hung from a line strung across the center of the Miner Street/Main Street intersection. Life was simpler then, and I liked it better. I had a much more optimistic attitude than I do now. But that’s human nature, isn’t it? Don’t the…
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