Kay is Ready
Kay is Ready It was a warm Saturday evening in the southwest desert city of Phoenix, Ariz. My baby sister, Jenny, was celebrating her eighteenth birthday with a bunch of her girlfriends. They had decided to go play miniature golf, but there wasn’t quite enough room in Jen’s car for all of them to fit in at same time. So Jenny called me. “Hi Jen, how’s your party going?” I answered. Caller ID indicated in advance who was calling. “Pete, could you help us out? We don’t have quite enough room in my car for all of us to go to the miniature golf place. Could you please come and take a few of us there in your your truck?” “Sure Jen, I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” I could pack at least seven …