Twenty Seven Years Today...

 Today is our 27th Anniversary. Our story is a little long, but I want to share some of it.

In May of 1984, after making a total mess of my life with less than stellar choices, 40 years old, divorced and in a state of never want to see another man in my life, I fled from the chaos of my life in Georgia, here to Florida.

I found a job as greeter dispatcher in Sears Automotive. And also found 2 other part time jobs just to live and pay bills. I moved here with everything I owned in the back of a very small, not paid for Nissan Pick Up Truck.

 I will skip the DETAILS because they are not pretty and this is a happy post. I plead temporary insanity for the years it took me to reach 40. I swore I would never look at a man again.

Bob was a mechanic working in the shop at Sears, I was at the desk greeting and writing tickets and giving them out to the mechanics. I started there May of 1984.  Bob says but I have no memory of it, that from the day I walked in, he was in love, but I ignored him and at times was plain rude,

as in when he said "I like your earrings" my reply was "Sooo?"    (I have no memory of this)

What Bob does, while waiting on the MadSnapper

 At the time CB's were in most cars and trucks, so being newly independent, I installed my own CB in my truck. It worked but had a lot of static when I keyed. I ask the manager if someone could take a look at it and he said, pull it in Bob bay, he is really good with radios. I did and he said, you did a good job, you just have the ground wire on a screw that is picking up engine noise, he moved the wire and it was ready to TALK.
Bob says: What's your CB handle and I will give you a shout today when I get off work and test it, mine is HORRIBLE. say what? I thought?
I replied "mine is Cherokee Rose" and thanks for helping me.

My friends dog, all dogs love  Bob

 In the interest of blog land reading time, I will skip the rest of the details. We started talking on the CB every afternoon, and I got my first Kiss BEFORE we even had a date. When he left Sears at 3 I was driving to my 2nd job as a waitress, and we talked. He drove past the restaurant where i worked and waved at me each day, for about a month. On his 48th Birthday, he keyed the radio and said, "I see you still in your truck, I think I will stop for a KISS" and he raced his little GTO up beside my truck and leaned in the window and KISSED me. we had never even been out together.  SEE ABOVE POEM... since my family thought I was nuts and I thought I was nuts, I followed my heart.....

NOT his Harley, he just wants it

and four months later we were married and here we are, Married 27 years.....TODAY!

Can you tell he is one of my favorite subjects to photograph? Happy Anniversary Bob, I still love you.