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We should have known better. We should have listened to our friends and families. We should have thought twice before moving to Oregon –– but we didn’t. If we had realized we were about to cross more than a state line, we might have reconsidered. After all, we were moving to the land of aging hippies, a soggy paradise where my wife’s cleanly shaved legs branded her as an outcast. But, sadly, we were totally ignorant of the fact that we were soon to become not residents of Oregon but expatriate Californians.At the time, moving seemed like such a good idea. After all, we were young, with no children, and except for family we had no other entanglements. And since it was the 70s, we were mesmerized by the folk songs promising eternal peace if one could only get back to nature. So, with another like-minded couple, we set out that spring day on a voyage of discovery. Regardless of our California roots, we were determined modern pioneers. Oregon or bust!It seemed so...
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