By Shawn McAndrewApril 18, 1997. I was making my way to St. Helena, uncertain what I’d find when I reached the site of the Process.
I was feeling dread, insecurity, excitement, fear. These feeling words would not be defined for another few days, yet I was feeling all of them.As I drove into the parking lot, surrounded by redwoods and California oaks, I felt my body relax a little.
I made my way into the registration room, where I was greeted with, “Hi, Shawn!”Wait, where was I? How did this person know my name?
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