Choosing a mail order husband

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While I was a prolific letter writer during my teenage years, my choices of pen pals were not always wise.  Of course, it took a while to dispense of my one prison pen pal, but I finally managed to confine my correspondence to one nice German girl who sent me wonderful photos of her home in Bavaria and from vacations to Spain.  Continue reading “Choosing a mail order husband”

My mother’s driving, and other strange tales

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Among my mother’s group of Japanese friends, she was the only one that learned how to drive.  I would sit the back seat of the driver’s training vehicle as she maneuvered around San Francisco to the exasperation of her instructor.   Continue reading “My mother’s driving, and other strange tales”