Drift Away: Part 1

When I was a girl, I thought a couple walked down the center aisle of a big steepled church while a crowd watched and when they got to the end, they said their I do’s, kissed, and then the preacher stood back as a stork flew in with a baby bundled up in a cloth diaper hung from his beak. The stork landed the child in the bride’s arms and that’s where babies came from. All in a neat package. That is how children were given to their parents.

But that’s not how I arrived. I arrived every few years in an emerald Lincoln Town Car…