I grew up in the Central California version of Mayberry. Oil town, everyone worked for the big oil company, or the big electric energy company (think cromium 6). Fun was hunting for jackrabbits, pheasants, dove, and quail in the hills and flatland, and drinking Coors from an eightpack. Now the hills have been sold to a Japanse oil company and fenced off, the flats are all under crops, thanks to the CA aquaduct, two state prisons have been built in the city, with a third only ten miles away, and the only inhabitants are the few retired oil workers stuck there, a few prison guards, the families of the inmates, and a jillion illegal migrant farm workers...