Holy crap! Twenty-five years have just blitzed by already but at least this time, another quarter century of my life has been more under my control and somewhere I want to be unlike the hellholes the parents dragged me to.
Preparing for this major anniversary made me read all my past entries about the shift. I find it rather sad how I’m soooooo guilty of repeating myself in my writing. Does this mean I have a great, bear-trap-like memory or I’m a crappy writer?
To save you all the trouble, here are all the links below regarding the entire saga starting from my grande finale in Chicago:
Final Weekend in Chicago
Day One: Goodbye Bloomington, Springfield and St. Louis
Day Two: Graceland/Memphis, Little Rock and Texarkana
Day Three: Dallas/Book Depository and Austin