That said, I have been searching and searching and searching for the exact date and location of the kidnapping that led to my birth. Not exactly exciting to anyone else ... but to me? THE WORLD. And today, it arrived on my doorstep. Well, in my inbox. It DID! This would've been even bigger news had it happened earlier but nevertheless, I'm still shaking with excitement.
So, okay, Kris. You got your facts. Your details. Your desired information. Now what?
Well, I have the kidnapper's confession that my birth mother was indeed kidnapped in Southern California and driven across a few state lines in a stolen car. She never knew where they went, just that they drove and drove and drove. I got confirmation today that she was driven from Southern California, up to Sacramento, up to Oregon, to Washington, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona and back to California.
Now THAT'S a road trip! Sure hope he got good gas mileage. Wanna see the beauty that they travelled in?
'Cept he had it in this color.
But hey, it was new. So it probably looked more like this.
All shiny and everything.
Good thing he didn't have it in red. Wouldn't want to draw attention to himself.
Details all confirmed. Minds set at ease. Minds still to convince. And one thankful girl to have the information she has. And don't think for a MINUTE that I won't be picking to pieces what I found today. It's a hoot. A HOOT, I tell ya.
He was cute, though. He asked the judge to go easy on him ... 'cuz he'd already served a whole year in jail. And ya' know, that just ain't easy.
Don't do the crime if ya' can't do the time.
Thank you, Baretta.
I have another thought. But it'll keep til tomorrow. I'm too busy imagining myself tooling around in that hot 1957 Beauty from Burbank, CA. Yep, that's where he stole it from.
God bless 'im.