I came to Boulder, Colorado USA on July 16, 1984. My plane landed in Denver on a rosy evening that made all the crop irrigation circles look like a hand-sewn quilt. I had one suitcase and a thousand dollars to my name.
I came to Queens, New York, USA on January 1, 2025. The frosty sidewalk welcomed my chilly ass. I had a wheelie carry on, and a Subaru full of my extended underwear that was being shipped a week later.
A Month later, some Italian guys, led by Carlos, unloaded a moving truck of furniture into my New York cave, ahem, I mean apartment. My dog didn't ship till two months later. She, meanwhile, Whitney, Lord of all she surveys is hanging out in the lap of luxury of that hussy, ahem, I mean angel of my neighbor - also later to be known as intrepid driver of lordly dogs across the North American plains if you catch my drift.
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