A KISS, A PROMISE KEPT
We fell in love, Anne and I. It was a magical time of joyful happiness, of simple surprises, of dreams coming true. Once in a while, we would play a word game, "Name the..." - as in name the capitals in Europe, rivers in the USA, etc. Going back and forth until one of us got stumped. On our last night together, Anne told me she completed all the paper work for us to take a two week summer school class on the poetry of William Butler Yeats - at the University of North Carolina. We were great admirers of Yeats and his poetry. Then she said, game time. She would quote a line from a Yeats poem, then I would have to quote a line from the same poem. Anne: "Brown penny, brown penny." ...