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How This StartedOne freezing Sunday afternoon I sat in a coffee shop after fruitlessly poring through the classifieds in pursuit of better paying jobs for my wife and I to pay down debts we’d accrued over the years – some for credit cards that helped us survive through college, others for student loans for artistic degrees in a country that does not adequately value artists. To avoid pondering the inevitability of filing for bankruptcy, I turned to the front page of the newspaper, only to be even more depressed by how far astray from its original ideals the country was being led by the Bush administration, and how far down our economy was plummeting, with little hope for improvement anytime soon. All I could think of was how badly my wife and I wanted to move to Europe. Next to me sat a dark skinned man. A long tall mullet in a stars-and-stripes T-shirt approached him and struck up an unsolicited conversation. The talk turned political, and I tried to ignore it, because I knew to become involved would only lead to greater frustration. But the mullet would not cease, reciting one southern rock cliché after another, and finally, when I could take no more, I got up to leave. But as I was walking out, I heard the mullet say: "hell, anybody not wantin' no war'n wanna leave the country, I'll buy'm the damn ticket." Really? I thought. And just like that, the idea for this Web site was born. Unfortunately, I never did track down that mullet. |
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