I’m moving back to California this summer. (You will be relieved or annoyed to learn I am not leaving The Post.) This will be my last spring, at least as I define the term. I grew up in the Golden State, the balmy sea breezes of Long Beach in the south and later the sun-splashed hillsides of San Mateo in the north. There was more rain in the winter, but otherwise I didn’t notice seasons.
| March 9, 2011; 7:59 PM ET |
Categories: Local Living | Tags: do nothing, follow a map, plant something, read book then see movie, surviving spring break with kids, urban hike
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