true love threw me out and with the few things I could gather, including
my very old dog, BetsyLoo, we drove to Nashville in Mildred, my 1977 New
Yorker, the tears streamed and steamed down my cheeks. It was in July and
the heat was terrible. It was a journey I shall not soon forget.
I left my beautiful Jewel, my Doberman and a
piece of my heart, with my lost love in Florida. At least she is
I have seen her only once more since then.