I do remember those days; you were threatened with being fired by the general manager of Large Local Bookstore for dating me, a co-worker, and how you were "talked to" about how suitable I was. The dinners out, the concerts, and movies.
The memories of our time in the South Valley, the long walks, holding hands, Wolfgang pretending to be an "attack dog," watching the flocks of birds land and be chased by the dogs, and the sky filling with hundreds of birds of all kinds. It was wonderous. I fell more in love with each passing day; it continues to this day. Thank you for being you. I kept all your poems, too.