Yesterday I drove to Lewisville to pick up a snake rack. On the way back I drove through Denton. Denton is becoming another suburb of Dallas-there really isn't a band of country between the two towns now. Corinth took care of that.
I was glad to see that the houses on Normal street (where I lived for awhile, really) had been repaired, (hopefully up to code now) but not torn down and modernized. The house next to the house I lived in is now a tatoo parlor. Yeah! "My" house had been painted AND a sign put up with a business name of the "apartments". I don't think it was originally an apartment house-I think it was just a big house. But I loved that place, despite the lack of heat in the winter and the fact that we all heard everyone's orgasms. Ah yes, those were boho days. I was in my mid 30's at the time....
Now I'm mid forties and determined to be responsible. So, I've quit my "career" again and moved back to Oklahoma where the job market is always dismal. Yes, moving home may be the riskiest thing I've done in a long while and I really can't share that with family without insulting them. They love this place and so do I. But jeesh, talk about jumping out of the frying pan into the fire.
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I loved that place you lived in Denton as well. How fun to get to drive by there. We really should make plans to meet in Denton for dinner one evening : )
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