Libraries, cafes and laundromats were always high on my priority list in the towns I chose to live and work in.
Being single and often in a new town, I needed the library for hardcover reading material, the cafe for breakfast and dinner and the laundromat for obvious reasons.
To be sure, I was single a good share of my life.
For betting purposes, the edge goes to wedlock, having been married twice.
But it’s close: 31 years married, 30 years single, since I cut family ties, or branched out on my own.
I suppose you could say I was a vagabond, having moved around the state.
I wasn’t a vagrant or a tramp; nevertheless, I moved a lot.
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