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Mugged in Memphis The journey began early one October morning when I was to drive with my daughter, Millie, and my 3-month-old grandson to Ft. Sill, Okla. We drove Millie’s car, an older one. I knew I would feel better knowing she got there safely, so I planned to fly back to North Carolina after settling them. The car and the rental trailer we pulled were packed with everything that she owned. We decided it was time to rest for the night when we reached Memphis, so we found a nice motel on the highway, filled the car with gas and asked for a 5 a.m. wake-up call. Only needing a change of clothes for the next day we settled in for the night. Upon awakening Millie wanted to wash her hair, so she asked me to please get her hair dryer from the car. When I opened the room door I felt as if I were in a dream and this could not be happening: the car and the trailer were gone! In the spot where they had been was a car with the motor still running, and as I got closer I saw glass on the ground. I was so shocked I could not speak for a moment. All I could think was how terrible this was. How was I to tell Millie that we had been robbed? Everything was gone, and I felt so violated. Dianne Ritchey |
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