Although Chandler was a pretty boring place I did enjoy myself there. It was hard not to feel happy when the weather was pretty much perfect, so perfect actually that you didn't even notice that there was weather. It wasn't hot or cold, humid, too windy (except during the Tamale Festival), too sunny, or too anything. I didn't sweat at all even though I was wearing my Brooks Brothers costume all day (except for this weird phenomena that I've experienced everywhere I've been where my armpits sweat profusely, so much so in fact that my suit gets damp in the pits. This happens when I'm not hot at all and with different kinds of deodorant. This never happened in my former life, so maybe I'm allergic to the fine linens and spandex used to make my dress shirts?).
Maybe the neatest thing that happened was when I was trying to find this very wealthy guy's house on Mummy Mountain. The directions were screwy and I ended up getting lost (no surprise) driving around this sparsely populated fancy "neighborhood" at the base of the mountain.
I kept driving around and around looking for a street that turned out to be several miles away when I stumbled upon Buddy Lee's Oriental Rock Garden.
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