Some countries view the cow as a sacred animal. I don't know exactly why they call them sacred but my friend , the one dressed as a cow...when I found her..... is sacred to me.
Me, being the writer and photographer I have always been submitted articles with photos often following all of the rules and was featured inside the magazine frequently. I never tried to be a "cover girl" at the time... but this girl, I am writing about now, Vicki, well that was right up her alley!
Not only were they picking the proofs I wanted they also lived in the town that I loved and missed so much, the town I graduated high school in, the town I lived in as a teen ager, NEW ORLEANS. I couldn't contact her fast enough! She was going by her maiden name then and was marrying the wonderful man she is still with today, Sam. I wrote her a letter.....