When I was twenty-one, I wanted a Cadillac Eldorado convertible.  I didn't want a Ford Victoria so I walked, bussed or hitched to work until I made enough money to buy that Caddy.  I still have it.

     The same with Ruby Holiday.  I didn't want Tammy, Trish or Hailey.  Accept no substitutes.  I wanted Ruby.  If I was to have children some day, they would have to be by Ruby Holiday.

     I wanted her so bad I followed her to three jobs-- from South Carolina to South Haven to South Dakota.  Ruby set the bait and I bit.  It was the way she dressed, the way she walked, the way she said, "Hiya, Slick!"

     I lost her after Rushmore.  I'm still looking  The Caddy needs new tires, new leather, a new compass.  But I'm still looking for Ruby Holiday.