Cape Cod Love Story

Gotta agree with you there capemom.....
the guy who worships and adores, along with "love honor and obey" has the secret recipe!

At first I ws going to ask how your wife felt about this story, then I read the full account. Beautiful story, Walter. I am poet/artist and I have also been known to lure with the siren song of paper and verse, yet never with this sort of longevity. Congratulations and thanks for sharing.

That is a nice story, John. Congratulations.

Congratulations on your beautiful love story and on your 48 years of bledded wiss.

All happy marriages I am aware of have one thing in common: the guy was crazy about the girl from the start, maybe even from the first glance, not the other way around.

If it's the girl who's crazy about the guy, she'll eventually rope him into marriage. He'll treat her like s**t from day one. She'll have a kid or two, to keep them together. They'll get a divorce anyway.

Thanks a bunch, Jack. Luckily the age of consent in Hawaii is 14, the lowest of any state, since I obviously met Pat when she was about three ;>)

If my math is correct, which it often is not hence the chaotic state of my checkbook, then your wedding date nearly coincides with the date of Hawaii's statehood (08/21/59), given the rotation of the earth, the gravitational pull of the Pleiades, a coefficient to be named later, and the uncertainty principle. By the way, that "coefficient to be named later" comes in quite handy in balancing the ol' checkbook.

Tonya is Wendell's sister's name. Their Mom is Aunt Doo Doo.

Who's the hottie behind the wheel?

capemomssister: are you really my sis? If so, answer this question: What is Wendell's sister's name?

I spent a summer on Cape Cod during college and didn't catch a husband! No fair.

Thanks, Peter. I often wonder what happened to the other Epicure girls. No doubt they are mostly married middle-aged moms, like me, although one I ran into recently is a physician at Cape Cod Hospital.

We would gather in one of the 4 kitchens every day at about 5 pm and discuss who was going to quit which job next, and who wanted that job.

Sometimes we would just switch jobs and the employers barely noticed. I had 5 different jobs that summer, including a 3-hour stint as a cashier at the Chatham A&P.

After working as a chambermaid, a dishwasher, and other service jobs, you approach your college work and husband-hunting with a new zeal, that's for sure.

If it weren't for the Epicure, my two children wouldn't be here.

Gives a whole new meaning to 'Pebble Beach" or getting stoned, or no stone unturned. The exclamation "What a rock!" is usually reserved for engagement rings.
Anyway...charming story. May the second twenty years be as good as the first.