When I was very young, just old enough to take a date to the drive-in theater, I fell deeply in love with a fascinating and brilliant young woman. Although we didn’t use the phrase back then, I will allow that she rocked my world.
I remember that we attempted to watch a double-bill featuring Paul Newman in Hud and Sidney Poitier in Lilies of the Field. Something kept fogging up the windshield making it difficult to see the screen so we had to come back a couple of weeks later to see what all we missed the first time. Despite this being our first real date, I confessed to her that I was in love. She contended that it was just glands.
Well, wherever she is today, I want her to know that I got old and my glands retired, but I still have those same feelings for her that I called love over fifty years ago.
Now where did I put my cane?