I walk from my bedroom thru the hall to the living room and turn on the TV to Easy Listening, as I do each morning. Rocky follows and I let him out to do his morning business and then I turn back to the living room and light the gas logs in the fireplace. Next, I head to the kitchen to start my coffee. While the coffee brews, it’s outside to feed and water the birds.
Returning to the kitchen, I wash my hands and pour my mug of coffee. As I add the honey and cream the next song starts playing. I pause with my coffee and phone before heading upstairs to the computer. The Frank Davis Orchestra is playing, “Let It Be Me.”
My heart skips a beat as I pause to sit on the couch by the fire. The music fills my heart and soul with memories. And one special memory. Of a first date at Aunt Fanny’s restaurant in Royal Oak – right on Woodward Avenue if I remember correctly.
The wait staff was quite taken and attentive to the handsome “older” man and his petite, pretty “young” companion. (Older as in gainfully employed twenty-four year old, young as in a somewhat naive twenty-one year old part-time college student, that is.) In fact, one endearing comment I remember from that conversation was Jer saying, "you have such a serious, mature look on your face one minute and the next a child-like innocence. I can read your face like a book."
Delicious dinner and interesting, funny conversation.
And this song on the car radio riding home.
. . . Jer and I.
. . . The night we fell in love.
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