John Wilcock is an unassuming local author with a rich tapestry of a life over 81 years. One of the original co-founders of the NY Village Voice in 1955, John has written for alternative and underground publications and syndicates for decades. He also is a stalwart on public access TV, and published some comments on our recent public access thread.
He has rolled out the chapters of his autobiography over the last year, and chapter 25 is all about Ojai. (Although I get way too much credit for Stop The Trucks, which has far more dedicated flagbearers than I.) An excerpt follows:

MOSTLY I’M BLISSFULY CONTENT living in Ojai. It’s a tranquil haven whose amiable folk, much like people in small towns everywhere, smile and offer a friendly greeting as they meet in the street. The police were all-too ubiquitous when I arrived but now do an excellent job of handling unobtrusively what small amount of crime there is.The surrounding countryside and especially the Los Padre mountains are a delight. But living here can get pretty boring. Unless you’re involved with the local theater or are a fan of bar life, there’s nowhere to hang out, which makes it hard to meet people. That’s why I go away so often. Occasionally I make new friends on trips, but they don’t live in Ojai and most have the mistaken impression that it’s too far to come for a visit–although Los Angeles can be reached within a couple of hours’ drive.

And be sure to read Bret Bradigan’s closing letter which refers to “trustafarians” and “trust-fund hippies” no less than five times with a nice sprinkling of “rich liberals”, “liberal elitists”, “pathological narcissists”, “smug entitlement” and “smug certainty” to boot. w00t!