PAST

It was August of 1992. Mike and I had just come from visiting my sister Janet at the hospital. She had just had her son Trevor. As we were walking to the car I had mentioned to Mike that my oncologist had cleared me to have another child. I was two years clear of my last radiation treatment. We couldn't wait to get started. I conceived right away. We were hoping so much to have a son. I had an early amino, because I was at high risk. My doctor called me and gave me the results. That night Mike and I went to the hockey game when I had Mike look up at the Arbitron. The board flashed Mike Brown congratulations your having a boy. The crowd cheered and Mike was stunned. We were so excited and thought life couldn't get better. Mike lost his job during my pregnancy. We packed up and went back to St. Louis to have the baby. Robert Walker Brown was born June 3rd 1993. Bobby was all boy. He was beautiful, charming, and active from the very beginning. Mike got a job back in California and we moved back. He was selling cars. I have to say he was worse than I was at selling cars. In January of 1994 the big Northridge earthquake hit. Our house rocked like no tomorrow, scared the hell out of everyone. The aftershocks seamed to last forever. By spring we had decided to leave California and head for phoenix. We had never even visited Arizona. I found a culinary school to attend and away we went. We left a lot of friends a whole neighborhood full. Here we go again running from our problems.