Saturday, 16 May , Boulder, Colorado— On this day, 57 years ago, our excursion to Boulder Creek etched an image in my mind that will live forever: Lucky me. Graduation is thundering toward us like a herd of stampeding buffalos, and Annie leaves next week for Europe.
How did we ever get ourselves into this fix? Friday, May 29, , Boulder, Colorado— It took some cajoling, but Annie has agreed to let me take a glamour shot of her. I told her this was no big deal.
Snooze button. High fidelity. It even turns itself on in the mornings. Tuesday, June 2, , Boulder, Colorado— Terry and I made a quick trip to Denver for a soft pitch to Gretchen to give up her new daughter—born less than 24 hours earlier—for adoption. Maybe go home to Germany —Ann. Thursday, June 4, , Boulder, Colorado— After Annie drove away—headed for a summer with that lieutenant of hers in Germany—I slumped on the steps of Hallet Hall, her dorm.
Thursday, June 4, , en route to Landshut, Germany— I was caught between an amazing young officer enticing me to join him in Germany as a prelude to a life together, and my closest friend ever, tugging me toward challenging new, but unknown horizons.
I felt like a lion tamer in the ring with two hungry lions, warily circling. June 10, , en route to Landshut, Germany from the Munich airport— I was a wide-eyed tourist, trying to memorize every detail of the landscape as it whizzed by. Every three seconds I glanced over at this handsome officer.
