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Embracing West Coast means leaving Laurel far behind [Column]

Growing up in Laurel, our son Andrew did all the stuff most kids do. He attended the Main Street Festival every year, still mourns the loss of the Laurel Art Center and rode his bike everywhere. Fast forward to now. We are sitting in a Thai restaurant in the Mission district of San Francisco, enjoying a dish called Tom Yum noodle soup. As a new resident of the Bay area, our son has familiarized himself with all things California. He took us to a couple of really decent vegan restaurants, where, surprisingly, I felt sated on a simple menu of vegetables like eggplant, kale and rice. So what is our native Washingtonian doing 3,000 miles and three time zones from his roots? In a...