The other day I think I found the report I wrote on Lurleen Wallace, the 46th governor of Alabama, when I was in the sixth grade. I have no idea where I saw that now; maybe I dreamed I saw it. But I definitely did write a report on her. I don’t know why she intrigued me so as a child, but now, from my perspective as an aging woman with few illusions about what it is to be a Southern female, she continues to interest me and elicit all my compassion.
Every time I name one of our rescue’s dogs Lurleen, I do it for her. I mean it as a compliment.
This beautiful Lurleen traveled on the most recent transport. Happy life, sweet girl!
