The Grass is Always Greener Until You Move There (Part 2)
My life ended up in the Sunbelt, making for good and some not-so-good memories
(Spoiler alert: You might want to read part one in this series first)
I felt like someone had covered me with a hot, wet blanket. That was my wife’s and my first impression as we exited a plane in June 1977. Having left balmy and dry San Diego, my second thought…