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Who knew solar humor would become less crucial because of a laundromat?
My husband and I met at a laundromat in Tonopah, Nevada, in 1996. Solar humor has always been a part of my life--I can even find something to laugh about when that old sun fries my redhead skin to crispy critter ouchy goodness! At that point in my life, though, my cheerful face to the world often covered a deep knowledge that I was nearing the end of my rope. If something had not happened that winter to lift me from the bottomless well of homelessness and dry me off to face another day, there would not have BEEN many more days. Fortunately, the Powers That Be had heard my plea. I was about to get my sense of solar humor back.
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================================================================= Rescue At The Laundromat A lady who was known as bipolar ================================================================= Writer's note: Okay, so Fred is a businessman, not a bowler. Well, he IS a bowler, just not a professional. We DID meet in a laundromat. And solar humor, or maybe cosmic humor, must have been involved. At any rate, I haven't been homeless since! Publisher's note: Nor will she be. Since Pam and I met (in that laundromat), I've been through a bankruptcy and been frozen out of a business I had for more than twenty years. But none of that matters. I keep beans on the table and a roof over our heads. And I like the way my little redhead writes. Be it solar humor, homeless humor, or just the ability to giggle when life gets silly, she's definitely The Rose In My Heart. Thanks for reading, Fred Solar Humor, Solar Camping Home Return To About Us
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