Next story. I saw Rebecca on another trip to Southern California in the summer of 1990-she was now relocated from her home in North Dakota-but the next time we spent quality time together was in January of 1991 in South Carolina, at the wedding of a friend, Lisa Marie (not Presley). Our other friends were members of the wedding party, so I served as Rebeccas escort in a manner of speaking. Rebecca had been reading letters I wrote to our Southern California friends, sharing my inner thoughts, and for some reason, they resonated with her. Soon after the wedding, Rebecca was back in South Carolina, caring for the daughters of Larry Young, the nieces of our friend Jackye Hursey. A bonus was that this time in South Carolina gave Rebecca an opportunity to spend time with her grandmother, who lived in Darlington. All the while, I was in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, in the last year finishing my PhD. I made a few visits to see Rebecca and on multiple occasions, had the pleasure of giving her a ride from Charleston to Darlington. Yes, the first member of Rebeccas family whom I met was her grandmother. Rebecca recalls those rides much like those we take years later-Rebecca sharing and me saying mm-hmm. Man of few words. She was thinking, Did he have someone ghostwrite his letters? Somehow though, I did not turn her off too much. And I loved the visits with her grandmother, eating brier rabbit and lemon meringue pie and drinking iced tea. Luckily, I received an endorsement from Gramdma Dove. This all set us up for our first major driving adventure, driving across the country in my 1985 Toyota Celica after I finished my degree. More later.
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