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NANCY After my husband died, I wanted to sell our Florida town house, and traveled alone from NY to Daytona. I was familiar with the roads since we had gone back and forth for several years, but there are stretches in the Carolinas where I-95 doesn't go through any towns for quite some distance, so it was a bit nerve-wracking. No cell phones back then either. I had the car checked over before I left, and had no real problems, thank God.
When I arrived though, an old friend from here told me that I should not stay alone at my house once I had listed the sale in the newspaper. She invited me to stay with her and her husband while I was there, and she came to the house with me every day. She said that people would know that I got cash for the furniture, etc that I was selling, and I would be an easy target for a robbery. I had never thought of that, but decided she was right, and stayed with her for the week or so that it took to get rid of most of the stuff. Funny that I was more concerned about driving that far alone, and never thought anything of staying in the house alone. Maybe because I thought of it as "home". Eventually sold it and later bought another place in Florida after I married Jack.