Tomorrow, April, 1942, my parents were
married in Reno, NV. My father was stationed nearby.
When asked why they didn’t marry on April
Fool’s Day, they always answered, “We’ve always been a day late and a dollar
short”.
My sister and I say we are the
product of a mixed marriage, a Colorado cowboy and a Wyoming sheepherder, whose
marriage often resembled a range war.
They loved to dance and were better than
good dancers.
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