We went to a gorgeous wedding yesterday in Livermore, California, right-smack-dab in the heart of Bill Owens country. I grew up not far from there, in the same sort of cookie-cutter neighborhood that served as Owens' muse in his fantastic books Suburbia, Working, and Leisure. His pictures are amazingly intimate, and funny, and moving and remind me so much of my own childhood that I swear he printed them from negatives of my memory.