We met at Newark airport Sept. 24? 1996. I was a ticket agent and she was passing through on a connecting
filght. She was dressed in a violet dress, with white stockings. When she passed me I was shaken. I said "I
have to talk to her. If I ever needed to do something, this is the time to do it." I waited till she came out of
the ladies room, and was sure to make an attempt at eye contact. If the contact was good I would make the
approach. And it couldn't have been better. A few minutes later I sat next to her and asked "So where are
you off to?" The easiest most certain question to get an answer at an airport. 

So she was going to New Hampshire. Had just visited her grandmother for the Bernard Shaw festival. Was
connecting through Newark, NJ. I said "Would you like to do coffee sometime?" Of course she said yes. I
called three days later. We chatted for around an hour or so. How good can the first conversation be? I
guess it was good enough. We made a date for the next day. She drove 50 minutes to Manchester airport to
pick me up and I was introduced to New Hampshire. It's a beautiful state. She lived in a house on a lake, at
the bottom of a mountain. So I flew to New Hampshire every week for more than a year. I worked 4 day
weeks, 12 hours a day, so I could spend 3 full days in New Hampshire. Life was good.

A year and a half later my lease was up. So was hers. I wasn't going to move to New Hampshire. It's a
beautiful place to visit, but I didn't know that there were places in America where snow was on the ground
8 months out of the year. And people lived there. I couldn't do it. But came very close to making the move.
Actually debated transferring to Boston. But I chickened out. 

She wasn't going to move to New Jersey either. New Jersey? No lake? No mountain? No way. So I said
let's move to California. Found it was expensive, and a friend of mine mentioned starting off in Florida. I
said great idea. I put in a transfer, and it came through in 30 days. So we moved. Together. We would leave
the house on the lake, at the bottom of the mountain. The day before we started our drive from New
Hampshire to Florida. We threw a party in good old New Hampshire, at the house on the lake, at the
bottom of the mountain. All of her friends were there, and I brought my best friends from New Jersey.
Then I asked her to marry me on the dock behind the house on the lake, at the bottom of the mountain. And
all our friends smiled and said hurray!

We left the next morning. U-Haul and car trailer. Drove to Jersey to pick up my belongings, and didn't
make it 2 hours down the turnpike. I was out of gas, that's me not the truck. I couldn't drive another
minute. The next night we stayed at South of the Border. My first time ever. It was fun. And so we made it
to Florida the very next day. Settled in and enjoyed life in the hot sun.

After being engaged for one year, we were married in Minneapolis, MN. Friends and family were there.
Everything a wedding is supposed to be. It was far more fantastic, fun and elegant than I ever expected my
wedding to be. We danced the Halva Nagila. I was held high in a chair and laughed and sang. And life was good.