Signs from God. It took Dennis a while to see things the way I
seemed to look at them. You see I was only 20 when I met Dennis; he was 34 and widowed
with those three lively children. I had that terrible drinking problem. Exactly four
months after we met I quit drinking. I got responsible. So when I started talking about
signs from God, Dennis wasn't sure what to make of me. Was I a recuperating drunk, a young
kid still wet behind the ears or what? But as the years and miracles out of thin blue air
kept happening, he started to see 'the signs.' But it took a mathematical equivalent
incident for him to really believe it. (Machinists are like that.) |
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goes like this. Dennis and I had been living on that little farm that was under water for
awhile. During that time, I was in the house listening to Regis Philbin on AM Los Angeles
TV show. Phyllis George Brown, former Miss America, and wife of the Govenor of Kentucky
was a guest talking about her project promoting Kentucky Artists. She was going to be at
Neiman Marcus, in Beverly Hills until 4 o'clock that afternoon. |