But when I moved to Wisconsin, a funny thing happened. I found myself driving among polite, civilized people. And I haven’t been the same since.
In re-reading my journals from 1996 and 1997, anyone reading what I wrote back then would have probably considered me to be annoying, neurotic, or both.
As a result, the house dinner and house meeting of Sunday, August 26th was one of the most interesting ones I'd ever attended, as I found myself and another housemate from last year sitting down to dinner with five people who were completely new to the co-op and each other.