Itās 90 degrees. The humidity is so thick itās hard to breathe and the air conditioning has just crapped out.Ā Summer in the city.Ā
I sit in my big powerful truck, powerless and sweaty, I watch the mechanic leaning over a running engine with a lit cigarette butt hanging precariously from his lips.Ā
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āAbout an hourā, he says and Iām grateful.Ā
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I have...
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The pilgrimage home from the beach when I growing up was like no other.Ā We marched through the desert, barefoot in the hot sand through the narrow path, lined with stickers and shells.Ā Leaving behind the glorious ocean and the memories we made.Ā A half mile of wild, protected dunes filled with frogs and wild cats everywhere!
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No sidewalks back then, ...