WE want to go. We want to go from here, the state which is shaped like what it has done to so many here....
We want to go to the Golden State; through the Golden Gate. The Bay Area has been calling me. I went there once. Maybe it is my destiny to die in an earthquake... I would want the refridgerator to topple onto me, snuffing out my life in that scenario.
Of course, we could go, get jobs and an apartment and not have to worry about Sunshine and orange juice and gator bites. In fact, we would only have to worry about the 49'ers running game, getting hit by a trolley car, and getting sick of rice-a-roni.
We talk about things like this all the time, but I am starting to realize that I am the one who would have to be the catalist because right now we are dragging our feet and in danger of something catastrophic happening while we are sitting here making plans.
Life is what happens to you while you're making other plans" -John Lennon
So I am thinking about what I want to do, and if Larry wants to come along; the more the merrier!!
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