Oh sure, that would be April 18th, 1969 when after a two year break, I asked my future spouse out again. In the two years since I had last seen her, she transformed from a 16 year old girl into a young woman. As she descended the stairs from the second floor, she was a vision in a very short yellow dress and yellow high heels, with the shapely legs of a ballet and toe dancer. She shook her blonde hair, and flashed her sparkling blue eyes at me. She had a beaming white smile, and smelled intoxicatingly of Ambush. I was suddenly woozy. It’s a memory that 55 years hasn’t dulled. Here’s a photo from one of our following dates, she had just turned 19 and I was 18. As you can see, I wasn’t letting go of her this time. Please, just let me re-live that memory one more time…..
….and this is how we turned out 55 years later; she’s 74 and I’m 73, still holding onto her, but this time it’s so she won’t run away!…😆