February 6, 2016
It wasn’t February 6, but it was the first Saturday of February, 1968, that Bonnie and I proposed to each other. We had met on Friday, January 19, and now, two weeks later, sitting in the White Coffee Pot restaurant, I told her I was going to seminary after finishing Frostburg. She said, “You’re not going without me.” I said, “You’ll go with me?” She answered in the affirmative. And romantic such as it was, that was that.
We celebrated this anniversary at David’s Steakhouse with Katie and Marie (from the entertainment staff) and Andy and Beth (the dance instructors for the second half of the cruise). It was a good evening of food and fellowship. No melting chocolate cake tonight, but the cheese cake I had was 4 inches tall and 6 inches from stem to stern.
Walking up on Deck 9 for breakfast this morning it was cold. At lunch, it seemed colder (maybe just my imagination). But as cold as it was there was a DJ setting up his equipment to play for 90 minutes, and other than Bonnie and I walking past, the venue was empty (and the venue contains the ship’s swimming pool). There weren’t even any smokers outside – that’s cold!
As John Denver could have sang, “All our bags are packed. We’re ready to go.” We are in Section 2, and our disembarkation call is to be at 10:30 tomorrow morning. Time to get a shower, then two more of Razan’s eggs over easy and toast, and off to meet our chauffeur and chauffeurette. It has been a great cruise. We’ll regale you with stuff when we are back at 233.
Until then ...
TTFN
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