Bako is evidently not without it's cultural institutions. There's someplace here called the "California Living Museum".
Hmmm... it actually sounds intriguing... a whole museum dedicated to "California Living". This is an odd place for it, seeing as how it's more Kentucky than California. But whatever. I had images of Shag paintings - starlets sipping martinis at a smart cocktail party, poolside, high in the Hollywood Hills, the lights of the city stretchced out for miles. California Living, baby.
It goes by the acronym "CaLM".
Calm.
Sounds so soothing, no? Spa-like.
Well it was anything but over the weekend. A caged raccoon escaped and bit the fingers off a visitor.
Huh?
Caged raccoons? At a museum?
So I looked it up online. Turns out it's the friggin zoo. Get it? Living Museum. Idiots. Anytime they try and be clever here they botch it.
And now they've completely shattered my image of "California Living".
Because in Bako, "California Living" evidently means vermin.
