I remember exactly where we met.  I remember the intimate lighting and the view of all the boats.  A marina restaurant on Chickamauga Lake in East Tennessee.  I kept looking around to see if anyone was there who knew me.  But the more I got to know her, the less I cared about that.  There are times in your life when you try something you’ve held back on in the past, and you cross over and find yourself in a new place.  She was that place. Continue reading »