A short dog walk up to Park Drive, down the Baxter steps. Within about 200 yards, I start to notice license plates: there's Iowa, Washington the evergreen state, New York, Oklahoma's present and, then, of course, California. Lots of transplant. Everything and everyone. Even Rosie the dog is wearing out-of-state tags on her collar. That's the ecology around here. Except for the exceptions. Lots of buckwheat on one hillside, homegrown.