Palin' in Comparison: A Reverie That Doesn't Really Make It, But They Can't All Be Gems
Twenty-five years ago this month, reluctant Missus the First and I loaded all our possessions into a U-Haul truck and left Los Angeles, heading north to the Sonoma County wine country. I was tired of the smog, and of my professional frustration. But when we got to Santa Rosa, it turned out not to be the paradise for which I’d hoped. Most of the populace…
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