According to a recent article in The News Tribune it appears that most of us weren’t born in Washington but some how found our way here. Not that it makes any difference but I’ll share that I was born in Bellingham when my father was a student at Western (yes, that made my parents very young parents!). With the exception of 1 year in Casa Grande, AZ (when I was 5) I’ve been in Washington – hmmmmmm . . does that make me extremely unadventurous or easily satisfied. Read the story here.
