Moving (Literally) through the Stages of Ageing
Image by author using ChatGPT I’ve lived in some fabulous places in my 81 years. I grew up in Los Altos in a house built in 1950 in the burgeoning San Francisco Bay Area. We moved in before the landscaping was finished when I was 5. Our street was short with two courts, yet there were lots kids to play with. For a few years, there were orchards on either side of our street, but of course, that didn’t last. You can Google it. 283 Sunkist Lane, Los Altos, CA, listed by Redfin at almost $6M. Yes, that’s an M. Million. What kind of people live on that street now? For a few years after college, I lived in Lexington, Kentucky, working for the Kentucky Geological Survey on the UK campus. I loved the many racehorse farms, the green, open fields and pastures, and the curvy, two-lane roads lined with stone fences and wild lilies. A gentle mist blanketed the grass in the morning. After Kentucky, I got a job as a geologic draftsperson for the California Division of Mines, working in the Ferry ...