Another friend has left on her flying wagon trail west--Andy's sister, Margaret, who likes drawing pictures of things that move, and thus needed to go to Hollywood.
Someday I'll make it out to L.A., where the taxes aren't so high, no matter how much they complain about a "sunshine tax" out there. Did you know Californians think there's a
sunshine tax? That they pay extra for the chance to live in the eternal western sunset? Try paying extra for the overcast days and bad weather, including the lovable slush storm we had today.
Instead of having a tax, having a surcharge on your phone bill. Which, by the way, is taxable. And you Californians thought YOU had the creative people.
Oh, and good luck out there, Magz.
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