I had my choice of CO or the San Fran area to locate the west coast corporate office. Decided that if we wanted a home bigger than a shoe box Denver was the better choice. Plus Stapleton worked better as a hub except for Pacific destinations.

Took a while but became a Bronco fan and still am. Once bitten by the Orange Bug there is little hope for recovery.

Stayed there for 17 years but retirement came and fighting the snow and cold became too much. So we returned to the sunny South and became People of Leisure.

Back in Illinois and here in Orlando I spend a lot of time plotting my escape. When I moved here it was in part kind of an experiment to see how much it really mattered where I lived - after all, non-work waking hours only account for at max a third of life. Did it really matter where I lived? As it turns out, yes. Being able to look at something beautiful while driving to work or running errands, and having a lot of pleasant contact with nature mean a great deal to me. The contact with nature I find in FL is mostly if the unpleasant sort.

People are practical, down-to-earth.  Good sorts.

I live in a part-suburban, semi-rural area that is very beautiful, and I'm fortunate to work in the same lovely area.

My spiritual home is in Vermont.  I swear, the grass IS greener there.  Lost a summer place there a couple of years ago, the prettiest spot on earth.  I admire Vermonters and their politics, love the towns, farms and land and especially the Lake Champlain area and would move there if I could.

But I always start to get antsy whenever I think of a place as permanent.  Boston is a bit small, and it's only one place on earth, out of so many places.  It's hard to picture myself in one place very long.  It feels constraining.  That being said, I graduated a while ago and I'm still here.

It was the "last one to leave turn out the lights" era in Seattle -- but, I easily got a job as an editor with a (doomed) little start up (started by a laid off Boeing engineer, and a laid off art director and writer from the regional edition of TV Guide) based in some too far before its time computer technology. It folded in little more than a year, but it was a great year and added acredit to my resume that made me look like someone much hipper about technology than I really was. I went back to SF briefly and then to Tucson. The day I left town was one of those gorgeous break your heart Seattle days when you feel like you can reach out and touch the Olympics and the Cascades and Mt. Rainier floats like a God above it all -- in the taxi on the way to the airport, a little voice inside my head said "someday you're coming back to this." At the time, I didn't believe it. But 4 years later, in Tucson, I married a man with roots in Seattle who was starting a job at the newly opened Cascades National Park. We moved to the Marblemount at the foot of the Cascades and then to Seattle in '76. I've been here ever since. (Although, for the first 15 years, I kept thinking it was temporary).

Also here.

Ah, the security of a 401K approach. And the pensions can't be touched until age 65.

But I will say this, as for weather, I have been a blessed man geographically, having to deal with none of the extremes so many of my fellow citizens do.  So I'm lucky as hell, and happy, in that respect.  

Off to play some tennis with young Dadler, get him away from that flight simulator program he's gotten addicted to since he did a camp at the Hiller Aviation Museum a few weeks ago.

Obama's Pivot to Jobs Deja Vu Video at C&L

Talk is cheap especially when you decide that you won't spend any money on creating jobs but instead will cut spending thereby eliminating  jobs.

Been all over, but Houston is the city I love.  

Like old Berlin, I feel like it's a little chunk of the north, surrounded by the south.  I am city dweller, so I don't see the dark side of Texas very often.

Trying to figure out my next move.  Love Houston, but it's a younger persons city, no way I retire here, too busy for a slow mind.