It was a Saturday, all right, 50 years ago today when Lee and I got married. Seems hardly possible that so much time has passed, particularly since he's the same sweetie, only with a beard, a little less hair on top and a little more weight around the middle.
The VW was what brought us together. We'd been buddies on the student newspaper at Berkeley until he bought the car between our Freshman and Sophomore years with his summer savings. Then he asked me out to a dance where there was going to be an open bar (the drinking age was 21 in California then) and which he didn't want to waste on the girl he'd been dating who didn't drink. The rest is history, I guess!
The car was decorated by his friends, who also had written "Help Me" on the soles of his shoes. He discovered this minutes before the ceremony and tried to keep his feet flat when we kneeled for the blessing so the "dearly beloved gathered here" wouldn't see. But all's well that ends well, and we'll toast each other tonight: we still like a glass of wine 50 years later!