"over time i came to imagine judy and the coast as somehow the same. it was like her spirit seeped into the manzanita and yellow swamp lantern, the clapboard chowder bars and the chapped whale murals... in the city, she could become tense and judgemental. but out among the sandstone and basalt headlands, the funny spontaneous person i'd always known could be counted on to reemerge."
-from jon raymond's book of short stories, livability. story is called the coast.