So I now live in Indianapolis. Wow. You may be wondering how that came to pass. I am too. Seriously. It completely feels like the last season of "Dallas". I keep looking for Bobby Ewing every time I get out of the shower. So just like on "Dallas", to understand the end we need to start at the beginning.
1994 was a good year. America was emerging from the debacle the was grunge and the gang from the Peach Pit was starting their freshman year at CU. I was enduring/enjoying my first year as a Mrs. We were living on bologna and frozen pizzas with hot date nights of Taco Bell and Euchre. I was trapped in a real-life episode of "Say Yes to the Dress" as I sold wedding gowns to bratty brides all week long. The Husband was a recent college graduate with a Criminal Justice degree burning a hole in his pocket. He was working as a
bouncer security guard at a few different bars while applying for a position with Fulton County PD in Atlanta, GA. The Husband lived in Atlanta for 8 years and was itchin' to get back to Dixie. I had seen "North and South" enough times to know that I wasn't sure I wanted to be a Yankee in the South but I was game for anything that included a paycheck. They were hiring 25 officers and after 11 months of interviews and tests to make sure he wasn't crazy, they had it narrowed down to 35 people and The Husband was still in the mix. I was practicing my Y'alls and I was fixin' to get rid of my winter coat. We went house hunting. We were ready to Say NO to Michigan and start flyin' the rebel flag. Then the bottom fell out. The Husband was one of the 10 people who didn't get offered a position. The official reason from the hiring board was that he was not local and they gave preference to local applicants. So on that very sad day in June 1995, all of our dreams of sweet tea and fried chicken went up in smoke and left us wondering why and what next?
