3 Nowhere To Go And All Day To Get There - Plot & Excerpts
When my husband Joe and I left Los Angeles for good at 9 AM on a Friday morning, May 22, 1992, having exchanged our family home for a pickup truck and an Airstream trailer, we expected early retirement to be fun. Exciting. And completely devoid of all the aggravations our five grown children—Maureen, Walter, Edward, Delila and Theodore—have shackled us with since they each emerged, kicking, scratching, and demanding money, from my womb. Instead, life on the road for Big Joe and me has been fun. Exciting. Regularly peppered with all the financial and emotional calamity our kids can torture us with, when they can track us down. And scary. And dangerous. And... You want examples? Fine. Here are two of the stories I like to tell people who wonder how magical it must be to be Joe and Dottie Loudermilk, RV-owning vagabonds, runaway parents and accidental crime-stoppers.
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