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.
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|
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|
|NOT his Harley, he just wants it|