Sheila Morris
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Tag Archives: the year 1968
a case of mistaken identity
The year was 1968. I was 22 years old, working for a CPA firm and living by myself in Seattle, Washington 3,000 miles from my home near Houston, Texas. I got a job by calling every CPA firm in the Seattle area from my … Continue reading
the young woman at the rock
I was 22 years old, leaving home – really leaving home on a 3,000 mile trip from Houston, Texas to Seattle, Washington with a friend from college who was as eager for adventure and a change of scenery as I was. The year … Continue reading
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Tagged arizona desert, bangor maine, seattle washington, the year 1968
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