There are definate signs that I'm in a different place. Currently, the signs are all about Christmas.
On the Left Coast, it's quite common to see Christmas coming. The decorations pop up immediately after Thanksgiving, if not (and more frequently) sooner.
On the Right Coast, however, Christmas is not just seen, it is heard. In every store, the music is constant carols, and nothing but. This can be opressive, especially if one is muzak-aware, as I tend to be.
One bit of good news was at the Roadhouse Steak House, on Highway One. The theme there is country/western, as is the music, and they're not playing country Christmas the entire time. One carol per every five songs seems to satisfy them. (Their potato skins stuffed with crab and shrimp, topped with Parmesan, was satisfyingly yummilicious.)
The other bit of good news was the tree-lighting ceremony and carol-sing last Friday night. Der Brucer and I hit the tail end of the event, and were surprised by the size of the crowd, well over a thousand people. This in a town that year-round is only supposed to have a population of two thousand. Obviously, that's changing, but that a thousand would turn out for a tree-lighting is something special in itself, in my book.