My high school friend, Janet, and I roomed together at 
college. We started in the summer as soon as we left 
high school.

She met her husband Leo there in the Fall; he was a 
Junior and we were 18-year-old innocents.  They married 
on New Year's Eve so they could have a few days off 
together from work and school.

New Year's Day afternoon I got a call from her to come 
over quick; they had the flu so bad they couldn't 
get up and were too bashful to call anyone else to help.

For a day or two I repeatedly washed and dryed their 
sheets and jammies and heated up soup and brought them 
juice and kleenex. While they slept I read a book. 

It's really funny now, but it wasn't then.

Two weeks later I met Dale.  On the 3rd of July, Janet 
was maid of honor at our wedding.  

So what I knew about honeymoons was that you eat soup 
and cough and sleep and read a book and take your 
jammies off and on a lot, and sweat and moan and 
somebody gets a headache and you wash and dry the sheets 
a lot and eventually you run out of juice. 

Ours was kind of like that, too.  

ha ha ha ha ha.

p.s.  Happy 50th Birthday, Janet!  We just sent this 
email all over the internet!


Love you both!

Anne and Dale in Orlando


Sent by Anne