EDITOR: A while back I wrote a letter to your paper describing a horrific day I spent in your town. I talked about the berry farm, and how my kids were treated at the park. I have, after a long time, given it some thought and let some of the emotion of that day subside.
I was thinking about it yesterday and I realize that when I think of Placerville and of Apple Hill I have too many fond memories. My sweetest, favorite and most-respected family members came from Placerville. There is nothing like a crisp, autumn morning driving through Apple Hill and stopping to eat an applesauce doughnut and drink that nice cold apple cider. There is nothing like the atmosphere of walking through downtown and taking a drive by where my grandma’s house used to be.
I thought about how I falsely judged the town based on a bad day. I’ve had bad days in my own town. Would I want tourists and visitors to judge my town based on the few “bad seeds?” Would I want everyone to think of things like the IHOP shooting and stay away because “those Carsonites must all be ‘homicidal maniacs?’” I don’t think so.
My sincerest appologies for my attitude. I said I would never be back. Well, I can’t stay away. It really is a beautiful town and in the spirit of my beloved family, I will be back at Apple Hill, buying the wonderful produce and having a picnic in the park, which will no doubt include some delicious berries.
Carson City, Nev.