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Cheryl, Jessica, and I were on our way north. Not much to say about the trip up, accept when we got to the Washington border. I remember hearing Cheryl say, “Were in Washington”. We had made it. It was a long trip, lots of potty stops mixed with fuel and feeding our faces with McDonalds, Burger King, Wendy’s, Taco Bell, and some I do not remember. No more In N Out Burger…My first memory of being in Washington with Cheryl and Jessica was the highway. The Interstate 5 when it arrives thru South Seattle near the downtown area narrows from three lanes to one lane with a commuter lane. If you do not have two or more passengers in your car you only get one, and I mean one lane to go thru the most densely populated part of the city of Seattle. There were not that many cars using the “commuter lane”. I guess the city fathers did not plan for the great expanse and move to the Northwest like us, by thousands upon thousands of families. “Who designed and built this” I exclaimed, as we were the three of us in the commuter lane with our big truck towing our minivan. I was watching as the cars to my right were dead stopped at noon on a sunny day in Seattle as we were passing thru on the way to our new home in Monroe. No rain that day, no accidents just lots of traffic and congestion. It was just like LA. It was a nightmare as I made a note to self, “Don’t ever if you can help it go this way back to the office, back home, back anywhere “northbound”. LOL. They had years ago, built right in the way of the interstate or I5 freeway, the Seattle Convention Center. Right on top of the freeway they had to narrow the road because of the stupid design. You just must see it, to believe it. Cheryl had arranged for some of our new friends, on that Sunday afternoon when we arrived in town to come over. They came to meet us but more importantly help us move all our stuff into our first-floor apartment at Morning Run Apartments. Through the years I was in Monroe Washington I lived in different units in this large apartment complex. I think I lived in every floor of that 3-floor facility. We finally broke out of Morning Run into a regular home. Cheryl was always on the prowl for a better deal for us when it came to our housing. More about that later…Well, we got her all checked in with her new doctor, new surroundings at the University of Washington Medical Center. Now that I think back on it and write about it I cannot for the life of me remember her doctor’s name. When this comes out it will probably be twenty years since Cheryl was alive and fighting for her life and a liver transplant in the Northwest. I hope you can cut me some slack on this. We were all involved in the new church. Monroe Vineyard Christian Fellowship when we arrived, was in a high school/junior high school. This school in the future would become the junior high school as they ended up building a new high school up on the hill next to the prison. That’s right… a prison and not only an institution but one that housed those convicted of sexual crimes right next to a high school full of young men and women. Frankly, I thought it was a terrible place to put a school, but it must have been the only land they could secure because the rest of the surrounding area of this emerging city was all full of businesses and smack dab in the middle of a literal swamp, federally protected land that could not sustain building on it. It was either by the prison or out in the country. Not sure why I went down this rabbit trail moving forward….
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