We rolled off the Pasadena Freeway, Mapquest in hand. Turned right, then left, went a ways, another left, and the sign said, "San Marino." The houses were getting bigger, along with the lawns and trees. Stately, positively, some of them -- "Now it's starting to look right," my husband said. We were on our way to meet Bill Richardson.
"Billy," to my husband. Richardson himself wasn't there yet, but we recognized the rest of his old schoolmates from the...
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