My Italian true love. Is in New York City. For a few days. On her way to Minnesota. She knows I
don’t like big cities. The hustle. The bustle. That’s why I live in Minnesota. And in Sardinia, too. Places off the beaten track. Away from the
fast-paced life. Give me tranquility. A small town. Or rural environs. I’d be
happy on a desert island, too. Or on an isolated mountain top. Or in a primeval
forest. I’d adapt to desert living. And a remote seashore. Maybe even to life
on the moon or Mars. In solitude. Better there than in New
York City or Chicago or Los Angeles. –Jim Broede
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