Who is she? Why do I feel this way about her? We have only known each other for six months. We have only had professional conversations. Maybe there is something to what I feel already. I can feel it in the air, she is special.
I was on my way to spend time at the corporate office in Remington, Indiana. As I traveled down Interstate 94 in my 1978 Monte Carlo in the summer of 1986, I kept running all of my thoughts through my mind. What would I say? What would I do? "God help me, I know I'm going to blow it", I would say to myself. She fascinated me, yet I did not know why. …
