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To set the stage, I attended Mary Washington College of the University of Virginia (now University of Mary Washington), in Fredericksburg, Virginia. At that time, sooooo<\/em> many years ago, the University of Virginia was all male. The exception were those women who had majors that had to finish in Charlottesville, like nursing majors. If you were a woman and wanted to attend UVA, you went to the girls’ branch, Mary Washington. All female, when I attended, we were just a couple of years way from having<\/em> to wear a skirt or dress when leaving the dorm and being forbidden from getting into a car with a male without a chaperone.<\/p>\nYes, hard to believe, but back then, when a date\u2014or even parents\u2014arrived to pick you up, they were stopped in the dorm lobby and an announcement was made to the hall where the girl resided. The announcer said either that the girl had a \u201cvisitor\u201d (parents or a non-male) or a \u201ccaller\u201d (a date!). When we went off campus with either type, we had to put a note in a box by the front desk saying who with, where, a phone number where we could be reached (no cell phones back then!), and the approximate time we would be back. The dorm doors were locked at midnight, and the box was then opened by the dorm \u201cmother\u201d so she could see if anyone was still out. Believe me, you tried your level best not<\/em> to be locked out!<\/p>\n It was a very different age, and you know what? We didn\u2019t mind it. In fact, there was a feeling of safety to it all that girls don\u2019t have in schools now. That was the environment Caddy and I met. We didn\u2019t have cars, so we walked downtown and we ate almost every meal on campus. It fostered friendships.<\/p>\n Long story long, we met in the first week at school. She lived one door down So, what do I think is the best trait for being a BFF? Hmmm. That\u2019s hard. Maybe loyalty<\/em>. It\u2019s that loyalty that allows the closeness to know her sharp humor and the hard work and the kindness that\u2019s tempered common sense. All in all, Caddy is a remarkable woman and an even more remarkable friend, and I\u2019m grateful that she\u2019s been part of my life.<\/p>\n Who is your best friend and why?<\/p>\n Read the next blog in the blog hop by going here<\/a>.<\/p>\n Dee<\/a> One Woman Only<\/a> I’m lucky enough to have three best friends: my mom, my husband, and my actual BFF, a girl I met the first few days of college. Mom and Jack are my best friends for various reasons, and I’ve talked about both of them before in these blog posts. 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on the hall. Her roommate had immediately christened her Caddy, based on her initials, and that\u2019s what we all called her. She was tall and kind of willowy where I was stubby and not willowy at all. She had naturally curly auburn hair (that took forever to dry) and a fair Irish complexion. We hit it off right away, partially, I\u2019m sure, because she didn\u2019t go home very often and neither did I. She had (still has) a wickedly sharp sense of humor, an amazing intellect, and one of the kindest hearts I\u2019ve ever known. She\u2019s very loyal to her friends but she\u2019s not a pushover. She loves her family fiercely, and she\u2019s a damn hard worker.<\/p>\n
\nBurning Bridges<\/a> by Anne Krist: Old letters put the lie to Sara\u2019s life. Now, mending past mistakes while crossing burning bridges will be the hardest thing she\u2019s ever done.<\/p>\n
\nOnly a Good Man Will Do<\/a>
\nNaval Maneuvers<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"