This is probably the most romantic story you have ever heard. My parents met changing bed pans in a nursing home. It was the seventies; most of my friends parents met at Woodstock or Southern California’s famous Venice Beach or one of those other places hippies loved in the seventies. Not my parents. They both …
I feel like we are in the wild, wild west, yet some how I am still technically in Southern California just a few hours south of Los Angeles. We drove two hours south east of the sprawling suburbia and consumerism that engulfs Southern California. No joke; I have not seen a Target or a Bed …