The roots of Redwood: Tim Mullery’s journey

Maxime Kawawa-Beaudan

Most days there was food in the fridge. Most nights of Tim Mullery’s youth, when he returned from school, there was something on the dinner table. Some nights there was nothing, but that was life in Fairfield, a blue collar town marked by that red neon sign arching over Texas Street that had been hanging since 1925 and read “Fairfield, County Seat Solano County”―a town of Clorox bleach factories and Budweiser breweries, three miles from the hulking gray C-17 Globemasters and C-5 Galaxies parked row on row on the tarmac at Travis Air Force Base. It was where Mullery’s family called home.