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Let’s follow up “Where are you located”? with why did you choose to live where you are?
A blizzard did it for me. I tried to cross the iced over street one midnight at the corner of 24th & California, got half way across and the wind blew me back to the curb. Went home. packed 2 steamer trunks and a big wooden crate, called a trucking outfit (PIE), left instructions with my poor bewildered mother, and was on a Greyhound 36 hours following the insult at the intersection. The storm was raging still and the ride on “the dog” to the coast was an absolute 2 and ½ day nightmare of jacknifed trucks and frozen roads and cows, some on their backs, legs straight up in surrender. I stepped off that bus for the final time into a brilliant early morning sunrise with temperatures somewhere close to 70 degrees, and vowed on the spot to NEVER ride “the dog” again.
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