A beautiful young lady was a student at a local community college and walked into her next class, and sat down in the front like a good teacher’s pet. I imagine her with pristine clean notebooks and pencils freshly sharpened in a row. As she listened to the professor, she realized that it was not the correct class. Rather than disrupt anything, she waited quietly. A few minutes into the wrong class, a hirsute student with a 70s ‘fro and beard, wearing even more hair in the form of a fur coat, walked in, past everyone seated, all the way to the back of the classroom, sat down and soon realized he, too was in the wrong class. He then got back up and excused himself all back through the rows and out again.
This was my parents’ first encounter, and since then they have been the yin to each other’s yang. Today is forty-one years of marriage for them.
Thanks, Dad, for making such an entrance so a few years later I could make mine. 🙂 And thank you, Mom, for teaching us manners and gentility as best you could. Love you both.