Well, there you go…

I am moving to California. It’s not easy leaving Utah after 35 or so years of collecting crap! It’s a lot of friends and a lot of family and a lot of stuff.

I’m in Burlingame right now and I was really wondering what the hell was going on. We drove past a place and I liked it, but I didn’t want to say much. We drove down a little farther and Tiff says “Hey, look shot putters.” So, I went out of my way to find the area and stopped by. The coach, Coach Lewis, used to coach at Oceana. I introduced myself and he says “I was just asking about you.”

So, that was my sign. I’m moving back to a place where throwers still throw and people love what I do. So, we celebrated at an Irish Pub with my new best friend, Declan, and I realized that maybe even if I have to leave my daughters, there is still some life in the Bay Area.

I would hate to say “I’m home,” but I certainly thought that this was a sign.

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