Monday, September 9, 2013

If Looks Could Kill

In the mid 70s the retail company I worked for transferred me from San Francisco to Oxnard, California, fifty miles north of LA. Oxnard had a rough and tumble reputation, and as a newlywed I was concerned about bringing Mrs. C. there. When I expressed concern my boss put an arm on my shoulder and tried to calm me with, “You like Mexican food, don’t you?”

I did like Mexican food, but was I willing to risk our lives for it? Read about it (here.)


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