I was on my way to Florida in 1976. From Los Angeles. Driving along on Route 40 East in my 75 red convertible Stingray Vet. I turned off onto Central Ave to get gas. It would be another 25 years before I arrived at my destination. I was tired, hungry, and let's just say I remembered that Ken lived there. Ken & I had met back in LA. He had just graduated from Beauty School and was moving back to Albuquerque in a couple of weeks. It was a great 2 weeks and even though we hadn't stayed in touch and a few months had passed I decided to call. It would be 3 years before Ken headed back to Los Angeles. Without me. Albuquerque was now my home. I had a great job, a beautiful Adobe home, an RV, and most importantly fabulous friends.
I still remember that hot day in April when Ken pulled out of the driveway. We were still in love but our journey was over. I wept. I was at The Rear Entry on Memorial Day weekend 1979 when I met David. And like Ken he had just
graduated from Beauty School. And like Ken it would be 3 years before he moved on. This time to someone else. Once again I found myself back at The Rear Entry. This time it was Fourth Of July weekend 1982. I met Bobby. And just like the other 2 he had just graduated from Beauty School. Bobby came home with me that night. It would be 13 years before we would part. As friends and on our way to Delaware. October 1995. As Bobby, Chelsea, Pearl & I pulled out of the driveway I looked back at my beautiful Adobe home and I wept. Tears of joy for both the memories and the new journey. Mother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and I had made the decision to give up my life to share what was left of hers. It would be just a little over a year before I moved into the Cape Cod.
November 4, 1996 my birthday. The furniture was being delivered the next morning so I slept on the newly installed carpet. A couple of months later I pulled into the rear entry of one
of my stores and saw him. Will. Unlike the other 3 Will had not just graduated from Beauty School. But just like the others he came over to the Cape Cod that night and we watched Patti LaBelles' "One Night Only". It would be 5 years before we would part. The Cape Cod. I had already flown down to Florida and after looking at several homes decided on a beautiful Rancher.
Will drove down a couple weeks before I was able to leave. He took Chelsea & Pearl with him. The Cape Cod was lonely those last 2 weeks but still as I pulled out of the driveway I wept. Tears of joy for both the memories and the new journey. I was finally on I-95 South headed to Florida. It had only taken me 25 years, 2 jobs, 4 men, several cars, 2 RV's, 3 dogs, 42 puppies, an Adobe and a Cape Cod to find my way to my Rancher in Florida. 5 years later I would realize that this was the worst decision I had ever made. I wept. This time not for the memories or the new journey.