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June 16, 2003
Loving wife of...dear mother of...treasured friend of...

On a sweltering California day in late June 1979, we waved good-bye to our husbands and sons, and drove off in Rory's Jeep Golden Eagle. Rory was 30 years-old, I was 34, and we were seriously dangerous women. A champion skeet shooter, Rory had "packed" her shotgun just in case we ran into trouble on the road. This was seriously dangerous for real, but there was never any deterring Rory once she set her mind to something.

I forever found it curious that Rory was the one who was afraid of encountering danger...