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Gillmor Gang: Catching Up



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As the pandemic dwindled enough to get in our car with dogs, SiriusXM, and our children in the rear view mirror, we drove to South Carolina. Tina had endured the last year and almost another half while her mother languished with aging pets, her husband in a facility, and eventually his death. As the miles melted away, we alternated between MSNBC, the Beatles channel, and a mixtape of soul, Steely Dan, and Bill Withers.
For years, we’d dreamed of a way to live from anywhere, and now the pandemic had made our reality a shared one. We’ …

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