Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Has it Really Been THAT Long?
Wow. April 27, 1968 saw me getting married - to young Philip G. Leavy, Jr. (please see - or not - photo to the right) And this was not some '60's, rad, impulsive act. We'd met at Georgetown University, although did not begin the 'dating ritual' until my senior year. He was a second year medical student. We'd been through "Camelot" - the Magic Years and then the beginning of the always rudely unexpected relationship with the ugly aspects of reality. I guess even then we were "Strange Bedfellows" indeed. He was most amusing - witty, ever the optimist, roll & frolic with the punches - and the Beatles. I was given to musing, always quietly questioning but outwardly very, uh, 'outward', I guess those who were around me would say. I, too, laughed alot, searched for the just right bon mot, loved to dance, sing and, naturally, suffer fools not at ALL. So we were "a good fit", "nice match" and everyone seemed a tad surprised by this. And as the Good Lama used to quip, "Who's to say if this is good or bad?" Whilst awaiting the nuptuals, he studied in D.C. and I was a Coronary Care nurse in N.Y. and even as the "hearts grew fonder," I would sometimes find myself thinking - in silence, of course: