When, at 19, I set out from Houston in pursuit of an old sweetheart in Illinois, I had no idea that true romance was waiting for me instead in Kansas City.
It was 1936. I was a cub reporter for the Houston Press. Having earned my first paid vacation, I boarded a train with two weeks' salary in my pocket--all of $30! My first stop was in Kansas City, Mo., where I had lived till I was 11 and where my grandparents still lived. I had planned to go on to Anna, Ill., to call on my friend, an attractive, petite brunet...
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