I’m like Chairman Mao. I win hearts and minds and I live off the land in my little hovel. I devote myself to providing good blog posts for the community so they can have something to share with each over the dinner table.
In the summer of 1980, my father lost his employment with the Seventh-Day Adventist church. My family moved from Pacific Union College in the Napa Valley, where we were renting, to the Auburn area, in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range 45 minutes drive north of Sacramento.
My father set up his own non-denominational evangelical Christian foundation Good News Unlimited.
We bought a home. Then we found another home and decided to buy it and sell the first. It was an inflationary-era. President Carter was presiding over a bumbling economy. Real estate had been jumping in values dramatically. It seemed like a good move.
It was not a good move. It was almost a disaster. If you count the wear and tear on our psyches, it was a disaster.
