Bruce & I crossed the Ohio River into Kentucky on Sunday, October 10, 2010, and skirted the Cumberland River as we entered our new home State of Tennessee. What an amazing conflict of emotions!
I felt rising excitement as we neared Nashville, even as traffic screeched to a halt on I-24. An old car had burned up on the side of the road, causing a grass fire, backing up vehicles for miles. As we languished in the heat peering ahead for signs of movement, I began to feel very alone and unknown, stuck out in the middle of nowhere in this state where I only knew a couple of families.
After 45 minutes had passed, Bruce nixed my plan to go from car to car sharing our package of double-stuffed Oreos, but he did finally get out of the car to chat with the random strangers who were in the lane in front of us and on our right (of COURSE we were in the passing lane!) The couple in the car next to us was from Marshalltown, IA, and the man knew the grandfather of the Missouri driver in front of us - in fact, he knew him well enough to tell us that the old guy always got #1 on his license plate. And the Missouri driver and his wife were at Iowa State at the same time as Bruce was, residents of the Towers and Richardson Ct., respectively. Unbelievable!
What an amazing set of circumstances to send a little comfort to us wandering vagabonds. God orchestrated a little bit of Iowa on an isolated patch of Tennessee highway, and what a delight it was to us!
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