"Are you a hoodlum", was one of the intriguing questions asked of me by my dance partner in the last fifteen minutes of a "mixer"dance held at St. Benedict's College, Atchison, KS. ( the men's college) back in 1959/60. Mary Kay was from the women's college, Mount St. Scholastica from across town. I was from the big city, Chicago, and she from Kansas -both of us casually dating some one back home. After fifteen minutes of dancing and brief conversation, she had to return to her college by bus and I returned to my dormitory room, but not before I got her to meet me at the next scheduled football game the following Saturday.
Mary Kay and I told our roommates that very night that we met the person we wanted to marry, but did not reveal that to each other for more than a year. I had little thought of marrying anyone until that night. Dating in those days, in a small liberal arts Catholic college in a small city in Kansas, was not complicated. We saw each other on weekends, mostly at dances and always returned to our respective curfews on time.
Can you picture ten other couples kissing on the front porch of the house they lived in on campus just before the curfew enforced by Sister? Those fond memories are indelible. Just writing this has brought tears of joy. We are celebrating our 40th anniversary this year by going to Chile and are still the only one for each other! We raised four children. Have four grandchildren and another on the way.