Call Me ... Carmen? Waldo? Swamp Fox?

On being somewhere(s) else, and inviting y'all along

Thirty years ago, I left home on what was pretty much a whim. I’d fallen for a guy, and we both wanted to get out of Augusta, Georgia.

One trip to D.C. was all it took: He had friends there, I fell in love with the city on a weekend trip to meet one of them, and a week later Marc and I had leased an apartment and I’d landed a job.

(Telemarketing for the…