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The Ticket
- by Suzanne Weerts
- Jul 21, 2021
- 7 min read
Updated: Nov 15, 2021
I am standing at the gate at LAX scanning the terminal. I have just disembarked from my second airplane trip ever and I don’t see the one person I know in Los Angeles. Prior to this moment, the farthest west I’ve ever stepped foot was the mountains of East Tennessee. Now my white cowboy boots from Payless ShoeSource are mere feet from Hollywood. Ok. Miles.
The thing is, I have no idea how many miles. Truthfully, I flew to LA having never even seen a map of the city. In my defense, it is 1988. There is no internet. No mapquest. Yes, I could have found an atlas at the library, but I’m not particularly pioneering.
I scan the terminal and don’t see Mark anywhere. Mark was my Resident Assistant freshman year in college. We became friends, and after he graduated, we stayed in touch. We were talking a couple months earlier and he asked about my plans after graduation. “I don’t really know,” I said. “You should come out here! LA is great! You’d love it!” he said.
I’d seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Beverly Hills Cop. LA did look great. A seed had been planted. And a couple weeks later, a letter arrived at my dorm: “Our records show you are about to graduate from college. We would like to offer you a line of credit for $800.” EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS! It was a windfall moment, and I pondered how to use my first credit card for a week before I decided to follow my friend’s suggestion and go to Los Angeles.
You see I had dreams. Big, hopeful, unarticulated dreams. My mother always said I was “a champagne girl born into a Budweiser family” and I needed to get out of my hometown and let flow my bubbles.
As the end of college nears, it becomes increasingly clear that I’ve not achieved my mother’s primary goal for me in going there. The MRS degree.
“What happened with that boy you went out with last week?” mom inquired on our regular Sunday evening calls, when telephone rates were cheapest, “Didn’t you say he’s going to medical school? What about that young man who’s joining his family business? When are you going to find someone and settle down?”
My parents never ask what I am getting my actual degree in, and now that I’ll soon have a BA in Communications, the first thing I need to communicate is that I am NOT getting married any time soon.

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