I had a nomadic childhood ranging from Ashland, Wisconsin, to Miami, Florida, to Morganton, North Carolina to Texas City, Texas. I went to High School and Junior College in Texas City and it was such a pivotal time in my life I still consider myself a Texan despite living over 25 years in California.
The ultimate blue collar town, Texas City has some of the hottest and most humid weather imaginable and at least when I was there among the fewest aesthetics of any sort of anywhere I've ever been.
There was a pretty large explosion I witnessed in 9th grade in which both of my parents suffered minor injuries. But that was nothing compared to the big daddy of all American industrial accidents.
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