Nah, I grew up on the East Coast, worshipping the image of SoCal as seen in "The Endless Summer" and Beach Boys albums. It seemed like it would have been Paradise in those days. I visited a lot, but did not move out there until well into adulthood, in the mid-90s. I actually still liked it, and I still miss In-N-Out Burgers, and going to Huntington Beach in January when you can have it to yourself, and hiking in the Malibu Canyons. Still plenty of good stuff, which is why I think it's worth fighting for. But when you grew up there, man -- how I would have loved to have seen the orange groves and car culture at its zenith, and been around to watch all those great bands in person.