Remembering Ardmore

The bottom left sidebar has a widget called Feedjit that shows me how visitors have gotten to my blog. Google searches, etc. Yesterday evening I saw someone had arrived from Ardmore, Oklahoma.

I mentioned this to Mr. Skittles and he remarked that Ardmore sounded familiar but he couldn't remember why. I reminded him..

I've told this story here before so I won't go into the whole thing, but when I was a teenager I ran away with an aunt's foster child.. also a teenager. After a week, we got split up and I rode with a long distance truck driver for close to a week without her. His runs were usually between his home base in Ardmore and Chattanooga, Tennessee.

Mr. Truck Driver got a motel room one afternoon in Texas to sleep so he could do some night driving. When I woke up later, he was gone. No note. No nothing. I had never been so scared in my life as I was walking to the interstate alone and putting my thumb out, not knowing for sure where I was or where I was going.

A nice man picked me up and took me to a city outside Dallas called Grapevine so I could turn myself in to the local police. I did that and they called my mom back in Florida so she could wire me a plane ticket to come home. I spent the weekend in jail waiting for the ticket.

And that's why I remember Ardmore, Oklahoma.