Lisa got the job. It's a small law firm, and the lawyer is a nut. I mean that in a good way. He is in a band, has a small plane, and talks a mile-a-minute. He's in real-estate law, and has investment properties, and has a place we can rent, with no lease, until we can buy a place of our own.
Now I have to have the POD shipped up from Worcester!
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Chronicling the migration from the Mile High city of Denver, CO to somewhere back East of me (David), my wife (Lisa), and our most excellent travelling companion (Albert the Cat).
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- Which shore?
- Pictures
- Global warming and Dish Network
- Covenants, associations, and rules, oh my!
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- Officeless
- Of rain, traffic, and humidity
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2 comments:
Didn't even give Worcester a chance... Good luck
Yeah. I didn't mean to make it seem like Worcester was so horrible. It was really because Lisa got a job here quite suddenly that she really wanted, and she is from this area, so it's home. There was a lot there that we did like.
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