Dorothy's Florida Adventure: The Adventure Begins

            In the beginning it was going to be Indianapolis.  David’s company had decided that the Atlanta division would be closed and everyone relocated to Indiana.  I don’t have anything against Indianapolis – we had travelled through it twice on our way to Chicago the summer we married as my friend from the University of Georgia days had secured me a temporary position as a reference librarian at Roosevelt University.  The drive through the city had been a break from the never-ending flat landscape of farms and field.  I just didn’t want to have to deal with the snow again.

Having resided in Maryland for fifteen years and seen a “boatload” of snow most winters, it was nice to be home in Carrollton where there was very little snow and ice.  The jonquils bloomed in March and the azaleas in April, not like May and June in Maryland. We would need to find a furnished apartment; and there did not seem to be many of them in Indianapolis.

            Before we made the final decision, the company scheduled us a trip to Indianapolis.  Of course, on the way, we scheduled side trips to see the tar pits at Big Bone Lick State Park in Kentucky, Cincinnati Art Museum, and the museum in Louisville. Starting out early to miss the Atlanta traffic, we were soon on the Interstate above Chattanooga. Suddenly there was a large cracking sound that made me jump.  There was this starburst on the edge of the windshield of the driver’s side. Knowing that there was a possibility it would grow and we could be pulled over by a state patrol officer, I made a quick call to Whitman’s in Carrollton to ask Jack’s advice.  Assured that as long as the crack did not obstruct the driver’s vision and that it could not break because of the plastic between the sheets of glass, we headed towards Kentucky.