Love’s Golden Hour

Has it really been fifty years?  Seems like just yesterday when I was shooting rubber bands at your backside in mechanical drawing class. Where did the time go?

Us

We met in mechanical drawing class, fall of 1968. She sat at the desk in front of me.

She worked hard on her drawings, usually getting “Cs & Bs.” I shot rubber bands at her butt, blamed it on the guy next to me, and copied her drawings—I got “Bs & As.”

The teacher warned her to stay away from me, telling her, “He’s trouble.” He may have been right.

You and Me Babe

I really don’t need her telling me that our interstate exit is two miles ahead; I read the same sign she did.

Embedded Love

With a thirty minute wait for a table in the dining room I decided to take a seat at the bar. Perched motionless on a stool down at the far end I noticed an old man.