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Moonrise over Picket Post Mountain, as seen from Boyce Thompson Arboretum 
L.A. was eating our souls. We wanted out. Jim's job had already given him a heart attack, my job had never been a piece of cake, so we wanted out.
He'd also wanted to move back to Arizona for some time, and we cruised a bit when we were visiting his kids in Phoenix .
We found our old mining town in Eastern Arizona, and found 140 Copper St .


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