Karen, did I tell you that I grew up in Bristol, Tn. and had a friend up the street named Karen Lowe?
You might have...a lot of people tell me that know somebody named Karen Lowe. It's rather a relief to have a fairly common last name. When I was married to my first husband (17 years), my name was Karen Keach, and when I was unmarried (21 years) my name was Karen Kwekkeboom (pronounced QUEK-a-boom). Lowe isn't as common a name as I THOUGHT I was going to have. Before I met my husband, I had this on-again/off-again sometimes live-in relationship with this scummy little drunk with the last name of Porter, who
said he wanted to marry me, but after I caught him red-handedly cheating on me, he tried to "make it up to me" by taking me to this little whole in the wall bar in Gulfport, Mississippi, and they just happened to have hired a new bartender that night...Brian Lowe. I'm not going to say it was
love at first sight, but it was powerful, and the door of opportunity closed on that Porter fellow.
Well...I bet THAT'S a lot more than you wanted to know, isn't it?
