A crackerjack engagement
Elsbeth and I were married 41 years ago today and Elsbeth is having her annual martini.
Our first date, a dinner dance at the old Olympic was suggested by my editor, Jeanne Sweeney, and when Elsbeth who worked at the once popular Epicure restaurant turned me down, Jeanne insisted I go back and ask her again.
This time Elsbeth said yes.
Jeanne had gone up to the restaurant and convinced her I was harmless and lonely after the mother of my five sons had passed away.
I got another son and two daughters and a valuable lesson.
Go back and ask again.
A year later, after a lot of dates and dances I went out and bought a ring and planned to pop the question one Saturday night.
I knew she loved Crackerjack karmelkorn so I drove to Fred Meyer and bought a box and opened it to find the prize, hoping for a little plastic box or something I could put the ring in and surprise her.
Amazingly, in the line ahead of me was a little kid about 8 years old and he also had a box of crackerjacks.
I had opened mine, eaten a handful and found my prize. It was just a dumb little plastic banjo.