As a post college graduation trip, a friend took me on a cross country trip from Maryland to California. He was a professional athlete and we drove out in a baby blue Jag. While I was there I was going to see the Fifth Dimension with someone I had met. We were chatting and he accidentally drove off of the highway into a fence surrounding a power plant along the beach in El Segundo. The oncoming car was a Porsche coop. The car pulled over and he approached checking if we were okay. We were exchanging licenses and discovered we had the same birthday. We thought it was Karma. We ended up dating, fell in love, and he came east to help me pack up my belongings to move back to California with him. I did, we got married, and we got divorced. Such are the outcomes of too much spontaniety.
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Retirement, Travel, Health, Aging Well
