[by Beth]
Dad is in his late 20s, early 30s, driving from New York to Florida for work.
He passes this sign that says "Mosheim" in the middle of nowhere Tennessee. He thinks it's hilarious that there's this little town called Mosheim out here. He has a Jewish uncle back home, and his Jewish name was Mosheim.
So Dad didn't even need gas but he took the exit because of the name of the town.
He stopped at this truck stop right off the interstate, in the pouring down rain, and there was this redhead sitting at the counter. She had a flat tire. Her name was Sharon.
Five kids and more than 40 years later, here we are.
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