In late July of 1995, Michael and I packed everything we owned into the back of a U-Haul and headed south to Gainesville, Florida. As newlyweds and poor graduate students, we rented an apartment on the outskirts of part of Gainesville called Porters Quarters. The upstairs garage apartment was spacious, surrounded by beautiful live oaks, and while only a couple of miles from campus, was considered to be in the poor part of town.
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