Had I died at fifty my obituary might have read father of five, Army veteran, child of the Sixties, high school dropout, union activist, Mensa member, native Californian, veteran teacher, former Greyhound driver, childcare center director, Forest Service firefighter, and bookstore manager.That didn’t happen, but eight years ago something a notch down (or up) from it did. I discovered I had been switched...
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