For a Good Time Call
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. That old adage just about says it all for my life these days. At least, that’s how it seemed until very recently. The transition from college life to the real world had been difficult. First, I moved back home with my parents, a real treat. Hardly a day went by without them asking why I was dating one guy and not another, or why I hadn’t found a job yet, or why I hadn’t devoted myself to studies (hey, I didn’t get all A’s but I did...