Years ago when in my twenties, I left New Jersey and a controlling Greek father behind, and drove, with a college boyfriend, to a small midwest town named Iron River, Wisconsin.
We lived for almost a year in a small cabin type home in the woods, along with another young couple. What could be more exciting and new?
What started out as just a vacation ended up being more. I worked at the local fishing pole factory, since jobs there were scarce. My days involved wrapping wire around fishing poles, and inadvertently inhaling solvent based glue without proper ventilation. (Back in the early 70’s). Continue reading
