I've been following the Senate hearings regarding Brett Kavanagh and the accusations of sexual assault that will be aired next week.
One thing I noted is that the accuser has trekked from Maryland, to North Carolina to California and, overall, she has lived a good life between the time the alleged assault happened and the time it came out. She also basically kept he details to herself for 35 years.
People who know me know one of the reasons that I live in Tijuana / San Diego now is that I was told by my parents, "Leave and don't ever come back." I don't give out gory details simply because it is too painful to talk about still.
But what I do talk about is the fact that afterwards, I could not stand Houston, Texas and wanted to get the hell out sooner rather than later. That's why right after Christmas I wound up freezing in Denver, CO that year.
I did it because I had to get away, and looking back I think that move saved my life. Ultimately winding up in San Francisco was great for me both personally and professionally, and I am now in an intriguing metropolis that has potential.
I'd rather talk about that than that horrible day when my parents decided I was to be thrown away.
And Rick would not be surprised that Tijuana is my new happy place.
Oh, yeah. Happy Sukkot.
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