Sherry
It was 1984, and a beautiful early fall day in Southern Oregon, and Mary (my wife) had asked me to get a few things from the glorified junk shop that was about two blocks from our home. I had finished my shopping and gotten into the checkout line when I realized that the young lady in front of me was someone that we hadn't seen for several years. I tapped her shoulder and said, "Hi Sherry, where have you been hiding?". "I've been living down in Humbolt County for the past three years,...