The photo for today's post was taken by one of our friends and shows Joyce and I standing in the open door of our '68 Pontiac GTO. We were all dolled up for some campus function or other. The car's nice, but the real beauty is standing next to me in the photo.
I ain't complaining, but it's a mystery to me why she said "yes" to a green, awkward, and uncool guy like me way back in 1960. For years now I've had Boston Blackie, Joe Friday, Peter Gunn, Lew Archer, Philip Marlowe, and even old Joe Rose on the case, but so far they've got zip. And the real puzzler is why, after all these years, she's still by my side.
I think I'm just a lucky guy.
You ARE a lucky guy, indeed. But don't forget that ol' sayin' about luck... sumthin' to the effect that we make our own. The two of you have done well in that department.ReplyDelete
Yes, that is a lovely lady, and for some inexplicable reason, she's gotten mixed up with an elderly, gray-haired gent with heavy, horn-rimmed glasses. It must be the car.ReplyDelete
You're so right Jeanne. Do you think those glasses are coming back in style? Al used to wear some of those back in the day and he looked like a member of Castro's inner circle.Delete
Just kidding about your appearance, Dan (the glasses look professorial, actually). You're a very nice looking couple and considering you're good friends of ours, I'd say you both deserve each other! It makes one pause, though, to remember those early years and our hopes for the future, which is now here. Not a bad ride altogether, though you folks like us probably have had a few bumps and pot holes along the way, but we're still driving and not in the back seat yet (to extend the metaphor rather sickeningly).Delete