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Worst advice? Well. . . when I was out of a job in the 70's recession, the worst advice I EVER got, was to come out to the "twin cities" in Minnesota, and work in construction on some big jobs that were supposed to materialize in the downtown area with some big bldgs. going up. . . .the job never came, and I was stuck there working in a pizza joint until I scraped up enough bucks to drive back to the west coast in the middle of winter (with no fire wall) in an old Plymouth. I had to stop at gas stations just to thaw my feet out about every 300 miles or so. . . .and boy, did the west coast ever look good after that ordeal!

yes you're right MischiefMaker...shudda been around when I came home to visit with an earring on.

My grandparents raised me and my grandmother was a school teacher. Remember that old TV series, "Mod Squad?" I loved that show and Peggy Lipton's character inspired me by wanting to become a "lady cop." My grandmother threw a hissy fit- told me to become a school teacher and if I didn't, I wouldn't amount to a hill of beans. Well... I'm neither a "lady cop" nor a school teacher- I'm a published author. *grin*

Advice, Hmm. Does that include all the advice that I paid no attention to?

Probably "Go fast, turn right" Apparently my wife's uncle was dyslexic. It should have been 'Go fast, Turn LEFT'

A right turn runs you into the safety wall every time!

I dated a guy for a couple years and my mom said, "Marry him quick, before he changes his mind!" Thank God I didn't listen.

My Dad often told me stories about living in LA during WWII and how much he hated it. When I wanted to move to CA he said everyone was crazy and I would hate it. He was half right, everyone is crazy out here, but I love it. I fit right in.

Now that's funny.