Fresh from the golden hills of Paso Robles, Barb and I moved to Lodi, CA in 1972, wondering what this new world would offer. There were no regrets. New friends, an aunt and uncle living in town, a good job - all added to the perfect fit - at least for me. Barb was tired of a guy who didn't really love her. She needed more commitment from me and assurance that this new marriage would last (unlike her first one). Of course, I was blind and insensitive to her feelings and did the daily routines like everything was okay. God would change everything in 1973!
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