Upon graduating Michigan, I moved to California. I had no promise of a job, but I had prospects and the confidence of a 21-year old. I was uprooted in this move by my mother and grandparents. A road trip to California? They were all up for it. And in Yosemite, I experienced my first earthquake.
I moved into an apartment in Sacramento and managed to land a job before my support team headed back to Michigan. That job would be my job for the next 35 years.
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