Summer Most Heat Moon
Heartland Cafe. Everything made in this St. Paul restaurant except the cheese, according to the waiter who took care of Mary and me this evening. If so, they slaughtered a cow and a pig to serve us since Mary had a pork chop and I had a steak. The food was, as it was on Valentine’s Day, excellent and local.
We got there at 6:20 pm and had the whole place to ourselves for a half an hour or more.
I discovered how mom and dad met tonight. I told Mary I didn’t know. She said mom was in uniform (as a WAC) and being harassed by men (also in uniform). This was in Chattanooga. Dad came along and stopped the harassment. They exchanged information, but she was headed overseas for her work with the Signal Corps first in Naples, then in Algiers. After a lengthy war time correspondence, which included Dad sending her blouses and other items from the U.S., they remet on Lookout Mountain and got engage.
And so, after 67 years, I learn how my parents happened to get together.
