The Platonic Ideal of the Old San Joaquin: Charmlessness with a Hint of Spice.
But what you lack in pizazz, Manteca, you more than make up for in. . .remoteness from any semblance of natural beauty.
Oh, Manteca, CA, how you charm. The industrial sprawl, the eye-squinting haze, and the plethora of fast food restaurants just popping with calories. . .what's not to love?
I spent the day at the Airstream mechanic, the propane fill, and the hunting supply store - with a side trip to Home Depot for some duct tape. This represented Manteca in all its glory. But I had to leave town to go to the bookstore. Intellectual bastion, you are not.
But what you lack in pizazz, Manteca, you more than make up for in. . .remoteness from any semblance of natural beauty. And although your name sounds like a gay Latino dance hall, you are as colorless as the dust that blots out - yet strangely magnifies - the still-brutal Autumn sun.
Get thee behind me Manteca. . .there are fairer pastures to plow. D