Mom sent a copy of my birth certificate to Port Huron, and I rode down to the post office to retrieve it. The woman behind the counter, a pleasant looking person, was a bit frustrated with me as I questioned her for clarity about the forms I had to fill in. The reason I mention it is that she was at least the tenth unfriendly person I ran into in Port Huron. People in traffic, at the motel, at convenience stores- just unhappy. I was anxious to get out of Michigan.
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How many times did you re-take your picture to get it just right? lol
clip clip clip, bzzzzzzz.
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