Pentecost

My parents didn’t drink much. Sweet wine with Sunday dinner; maybe a can of beer with pizza on Saturday night. There were some bottles of liquor that would come out if there were visitors on Christmas, and a bottle of whiskey that came out for a couple of male visitors: a family friend who was like a grandfather to us, and the monsignor from church.
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The Draft

Some of my best learning experiences have been on-the-job. Sometimes those have been “fake” jobs (setting myself up as a Point Reyes or permaculture blogger). Sometimes they’re the real deal: working on a goat ranch, or joining Peace Corps. All of them lead to wonderful adventures.
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The Stash

When I was 17, I got a summer job working at a planetarium that was about an hour’s drive away from home. The job was supposed to be a way for me to get an advantage on college and scholarship applications. Secretly, I most excited for the chance to get away from home. I had been dreaming of running away for years.
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