My Strong Conservative Woman

My wife Mary usually proofreads my articles before publication. I skipped that procedure because I want this article to be a surprise to her. On July 23rd we will celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. Over 40 years ago, I, a black man, broke into the home of a hippie white girl. She was my neighbor who locked herself out of her apartment. She stopped me on my way to the parking lot and asked me to break in. In today's hypersensitive America, some would call her a racist for assuming I was knowledgeable about breaking and entering. Did I mention that she was really cute? Anyway, once inside her apartment, we talked for four hours. I loved her adventurous spirit and her desire to see what's on the other side of life's mountains.