In the beginning...

...there was a small town in Washington. We'll call it Riverside. It was a mill town, for the most part filled with hard-working, blue collar folk. I was born in this town in the mid-fifties, to a stay-at-home mom and a dad who was a millwright. An only child, I survived a very average childhood and turned out about as well as you'd expect. Graduated from high school, got a job. In my mid-twenties I met a guy, married him, moved away. Left said guy in my mid-thirties, moved farther away. Swore I'd never move back to Riverside. NEVER.

Now I'm in my early fifties. Unemployed. Single. And guess where I'm living. Yep, you guessed it, back in Riverside. In a trailer out behind my mom's house. Dad's been gone about ten years, Mom's not quite in her right mind, and I've come full circle, with the additional cachet of becoming trailer trash.

Life is good.