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Summer 1993 all over again

The summer of 1993, I was in real trouble. I’d just graduated from the University of Wyoming and come home to a two year old and needed work. The Master’s degree I’d earned might allow me to apply to jobs that I had never before been able to qualify for. I had high hopes and was living in a kind of dream world. But I wouldn’t know that until well into the fall.

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