"How I met my husband" part 2
As I said in the other entry, I met my husband while he was hitchhiking. He looked like a friendly sort of guy, holding that big yellow thumb, and he had a big smile on his face. I picked him up. When we arrived at our destination, I tried to get him a place to stay, but could not find anyone who wanted to take a chance on a hitchhiker. So, I called my mom and told her the situation. She trusted my judgement. I drove the 12 miles out on the country roads to my parents home. Greg had an Ovation... Sign in to see full entry.