I love walking around Loleta at night. Often people leave their curtains open, and I get a glimpse of their lives inside. I love looking into the house with dead animals mounted all over the walls and the tiny but homey motel rooms filled with Mexican families and food.
Walking down the alleys, I set off motion sensor lights and make dogs bark. If I walk down one certain alley I can look in the back window of the bakery and watch the pastry-making magic begin.
On certain streets the air is thick with the sweet aroma wafting from grow houses.
If Mark is with me, we sing that crazy little “Three more days ’til Halloween…” song in scary high-pitched voices from the horrible Halloween III movie as we walk by the Old Creamery Building. You knew it was filmed in Loleta, right?
There are always about fifteen cats to pet along the way. They run right out into the street and plop their fuzzy selves down in front of you, rolling over so you can pet their stomachs, purring the whole time. Loleta cats are a friendly lot.
When I’ve seen all I can see, I head back home to my tiny little cottage. I pull the curtains closed and turn off most of the lights. I wouldn’t want any of those freaky night walkers peering in my windows.