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In 1991, I was flown to La Crosse, Wis., for a job interview. I was there to decide not whether I wanted to sell quality bedding, but whether I could live in the town at all. Being from Minnesota, I knew the climate wouldn’t be a problem. La Crosse is on the Mississippi and so has lots of nice scenery. (From atop Grandad Bluff, you not only get an overview of La Crosse, but can see chunks of Iowa and Minnesota without swiveling your head.) But despite these niceties, I got a bad feeling about La Crosse. It happened when I went to the bowling alley at 9 on Sunday morning and had to wait for a lane. The company never called me about the job, even after having gone to considerable expense to meet me. But, by then I’d decided I couldn’t live there, anyway. Without going into the whole Pavlov thing, you might see why I won’t be at the Washington Power lacrosse game (vs. the New York Saints), which starts at 7 p.m. at the Capital Centre, 1 Harry S. Truman Drive, Landover. $5-$25. (202) 432-7328. (Janet Hopf)