I met Bob in March of 1989. I was in Amarillo Texas, was on a truck with some guys that were doing cocaine and I wanted out and back to Phoenix. I got on the CB and asked for a ride to Phoenix. Bob answered and said if I was ready right now he would take me to Phoenix. I took one look at him and thought "oh dear, he looks scary, drugs or take a chance with this one" Well I made the choice to ride with Bob to Phoenix. Best move I ever made in my life. He was very nice and polite. We stopped to fill the truck and he said I needed to eat, told him I had no money and I will not let him buy my dinner. Well he threw a fit, said I must eat and he will not let me go without eating, so after a brief argument I ate a burger. LOL When we got to I-17 on I-40 he said you want me to turn here and take you to Phoenix, or you want to ride on to L.A. with me. Since I had ran away from Phoenix I wasn't really thrilled about going back, so I told him on to L.A. So we went to L.A. and he unloaded the truck.

We went back to the truck stop in Fontana, to get the next load and direction of travel. While he was on the phone with the dispatcher these two girls walked by, and he told me to go ask them if they knew the Easter Bunny, I thought yea right. But I walked in and found them in line at the Burger King counter, when I asked them, they both jumped out of line and ran out to the phone where Bob was standing. Both girls at once jumped in his arms, and I thought "what the hell did I get myself into here". After they both calmed down, we went back in to eat and visit with the girls. They were the nicest people you will ever meet, they drove a truck and told me of stories about Bob. The more I heard about Bob the more I knew I made the right choice in riding with him.

He taught me how to drive the truck and I would drive at night while he drove in the daytime and across all the scales. We had lots of fun on that truck. We did get stuck in PA for Thanksgiving that year, ate dinner at the truck stop. I sure missed being home for Thanksgiving. Bob promised that I would be home for Christmas with the kids and family. We covered just about every state in that truck before Christmas. And true to his word I was home with family on Dec. 23 He stayed till the afternoon of Christmas Day, he had to deliver in San Diego on Dec. 26th so he had to leave.

He called every day for the first week, then I heard nothing. I was concerned, but my sister said he found another girl and would not be coming back. I thought she might be right so I will get on with my life and find something constructive to do with it. My sister and I went out for New Year's Eve and had a good time. That night I met my very best Friend, Bill. Bob called and said he was heading to Las Vegas, asked if I wanted to meet him there and get back on the truck. I was not stupid, of course I wanted back on the truck I missed it. He said to fly to Las Vegas on Friday, I went FLY ARE YOU NUTS. I will take the bus and be there in 24 hours. He said I am buying you a plane ticket and I want you there Friday Night. Well Bill took me out drinking and made sure that I was ready to get on that plane, he handed me a single red rose and said "go have a good life". When I got off the plane I was still drunk and did not see Bob standing there.

We went to the truck and took it to the shop for some minor repair. Sunday afternoon he asked where I wanted to get married. I thought WHAT, married ??? That was NOT in my plans, I thought just gamble a bit at the casinos and go back on the truck. Well I did marry him Sunday and I am very glad I did. The next week we ran into a friend of ours that also drove for the same company. He told me that he ran into Bob in San Diego a couple of days after Christmas. He also told me that he asked Bob where I was, and Bob told him "she is such a bitch that I left her in Phoenix with her family and never want to see her again". Well as you all can see he changed his mind at some point. We were married January 14, 1990. Just about two weeks after he said he never wanted to see me again.

We got rid of the truck in Feb. 1990 and Bob took a city job so we could "set up house" for William. Mom had him at the time and he was driving her NUTS. We did have a good life, he worked hard to make sure that we had everything we NEEDED and some things we WANTED. He was a good dad to William, and taught him that he is special as is all God's children, and he can do anything he puts his mind to.

In April 1995 we moved to Tennessee, and the rest of this is on another page. LOL