How I Met Dusty Roads: Feminist Stewardess And Labor Trailblazer
I always enjoy telling the story of how I met Dusty Roads at the local YMCA swimming pool, which was an unexpected and serendipitous event. I had been swimming laps after water aerobics class while my friends went to the hot therapy pool to soak and chat about their weekend. When I finished my workout, I headed toward that pool. I noticed my friends surrounding two vibrant and elegant elderly ladies who were pristinely coiffed, had perfectly applied makeup and lipstick and wore earrings that matched the color of their swimsuits. The ladies had already mesmerized my friends. When my …
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