The wonder of...me! I was born in 1887 to a wealthy land baron who gambled everything and lost on the chitlin market. "They're mean little creatures, but their coats are worth a fortune," as Papa Sully used to say. Anyways, he sold me to the Union Pacific Railroad, in order to raise money for his wild Faberge egg fetish...my did he love his eggs, and I found myself working side by side with Ivar the Engine Driver, learning all there is to know about the railroads, finding love, laughs and life along the way (Years later, I came to the realization that this was nothing but a dream...and why WAS Patrick Duffy in my shower?). But I digress...well really I never started, so here goes again. I come from the little hamlet I like to call Tacoma, apearantly so does everybody else...quite a benifit indeed...I hear we even have T-shirts now. Hoo-boy! Born and raised, was I here, and although I've taken a few side trips, there's nothing like the smell. After attending most colleges and universiti
