One little story for the night. When Hillary and I were living in Los Angeles, we had a lot of fun for a while, but then the smog or something set her MS off really bad so that she would come home from work at Nichiman at noon and then just go to sleep. Her right side was either numb or tingling, she was losing vision in her right eye, and her right leg dragged. So I decided I had to do something about it.
I’m not bragging, but it was something I had to do, to get her out of that city and get her back someplace closer to home. I worked the phones and got both her and I jobs in Dallas, so the only thing left was to move. You can find the story of a Little Champion on my author site, to hear a wee bit of the adventure.
But the real heart of the adventure is what I call the miracle of the two adjacent parking spots. We lived in the a sprawling apartment complex called The Meadows, in Culver City, and there was parking up and down the street in front of the buildings, but it was almost always full, and at most, you could only ever find one space empty. But I rented a U-Haul truck anyway, and then the miracle of the adjacent parking spots happened. There along the street right at the gate down from our apartment were two adjacent parking spots, so I whipped that U-Haul into them before they somehow disappeared.
Well, we moved all our furniture down from our third-floor apartment using Little Champion the furniture dolly, and then we drove away. We headed out like four in the morning to beat the incredible highway traffic around Los Angeles, and we stopped in the mall parking lot to hitch up Hillary‘s little car to the tow thing on the back of the U-Haul, and a policeman stopped by to see what we were doing, but once we explained it he helped us cinch up the car and off we went to our next destination, Dallas, where we lived for 10 years, and Hillary got healthy again.
I have left many details out for the sake of brevity, but I remember them.