Thursday, 27 June 2013 00:00
With so much angst in the air these days, I would like to share a love story with you. My wife, June, and I had our first date in January 1958. At the end of that evening, I said good night as she opened the front door of her house. As I descended the steps, I turned, hoping to get one last glance of her. To my joy, she had also turned her head in what I thought was a similar hope. Immediately, she rationalized her turning, “Oh, I was worried about the loose brick at the bottom.”
Thus, the unforgettable first step in a romance about to enter its 54th year. Every day since then, I marvel at her beauty, wit, grace, and charm. And it doesn’t hurt that she comes from wealth.