Jerry's View: Get out of my room!
Denmark, specifically Copenhagen, was a stopover for me and my new bride Elsbeth on our trip around Europe in the winter of 1968. I had lost my first wife to cancer. It was tough but getting remarried made sense, since I still had two young boys at home and they needed more than I could provide as a single parent.
I was lucky. I had known Elsbeth from her days as a waitress at the old Epicure Restaurant in White Center. It was a short courtship and marriage with a small coterie of friends in attendance.
Then, off to Yurp, as I like to say.
"Beth" was from Germany, near Düsseldorf. Ironically I was working at Boeing during WWII, building the very planes that bombed that city into dust. Beth dodged all the bombs and married a G.I. there, after the war. The marriage did not work out, leaving her in White Center with three young ones of her own to manage.
As I said, I was lucky. We combined our families and celebrated 43 years together before I lost her two years ago.