Oxnard--It’s not the first time, but hopefully, it will be the last time. But to quote Willie Nelson, “I’m on the road again. Like a band of gypsies, we go down the highway.”
MOVING with the J-Train presents a series of challenges, to say the least, which I don’t share. For example, my clothes are in 4 boxes; in contrast, her books take more boxes than everything I own. Her belongings are an endless labyrinth of boxed items everywhere that, for some reason, become more cluttered as she packs.
Challenge two is teamwork, which is always an uphill fight. To explain, I’m not perfect here, as the last 30 days I have spent trying to manage and write two newspapers, and as we all know, and my children agree, I’m getting old.
Sometimes, I need the J-Train to step in and do some planning to move across the Country, which stresses her out occasionally. To be clear, I make my living asking direct questions and expecting direct and honest answers. That doesn’t change at the end of the day. I ask the J-Train the same direct questions, and like always, avoidance is not my specialty. That’s my fault. Ultimately,…
