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Growing up in Scranton, Pennsylvania, I had one goal: to get out of Scranton, Pennsylvania. I did this the easy way. I went away to college, to Philly, where attending classes, studying diligently and attaining a Bachelors degree in a timely manner ran a distant second to my goal of not living in Scranton. I did eventually graduate and then I moved on—to Hoboken, then Brooklyn, then Manhattan, Encinitas in Southern California, San Francisco, Marin County, India, Bali and now back to Southern California.
After a life of dubious goals, which included travel, mastering certain tricks on the flying trapeze and more travel, I’ve whittled my goals back down to one: to move back to Scranton, Pennsylvania.
I own a pair of ruby slippers that were given to me by my friend CJ, who would kill me if she knew I mentioned her in a blog post. Luckily, she doesn’t read my blog. She’d bought me a pair of Ferragamo ruby ballet flats back in 1982; I wore them until my chubby pinky toes pushed their way out of the dainty patent leather slippers. A couple of years ago, after visiting me in San Francisco, CJ sent me a pair of ruby shoes from Geox, which are even cuter than the original pair. Last week, I became obsessed with finding them in the morass that is my storage unit in Northern California. I finally gave up. I’m pretty sure those shoes only work in the movies.
