The spring before Mark and I were married I drove to Baltimore where Mark was stationed in the Navy to visit him. Mark wanted his car and we needed to find an apartment that we could move into in November after we were married.
I left Muskegon and stopped in Ypsilanti to stay with my brother Mick at Eastern Michigan University. I thought staying with Mick would cut some time out of my drive to Baltimore and I loved spending time with my brother.
I left Mick early the next day anxious to get to Baltimore to see Mark. I was driving through the mountains about half way through the trip when a trucker guy got my attention. He passed me and then I passed him until finally he somehow makes me understand that he is inviting me to stop to get a cup of coffee at a truck stop. I thought he looked nice enough and why not, so I stopped. I don’t remember what the trucker guy’s name was or what we talked about but we drank our coffee and went on our way.
When I arrived in Baltimore and told Mark about my new trucker friend he wasn’t thrilled but I didn’t see anything wrong with what I had done because he was a nice guy.
Needless to say, I guess I was a little naive at age 21 and Mark was thrilled that I was flying home instead of driving.