this day in history

On February 7, 1977 Steve and I had our first date. It wasn’t a date-date, but rather a ski trip to Lake Tahoe with his family.  We had been friends for several months, and I was excited to go to Tahoe, and had no idea what was ahead for me. Tonight at dinner Alex said, “I can’t believe you made her meet all of the Barbarias on your first date. Do you know how intimidating that is?” I replied that I could hold my own. He replied that there wasn’t much pressure, since I was just a girl, and it was just a ski trip. Clearly he didn’t know what was ahead for him, either.

Steve and I celebrated the successful non-date-date and the 74 degree weather with a Sunday afternoon trip to the Delta. We didn’t know exactly where we were going, and just pointed the car in a direction that seemed interesting.  I tried to make a metaphor for our life out of that, and it was kind of lame, but you get the idea.

Farmland and wind farms…

Rio Vista…

Isleton, with some really extraordinary rust…

Locke, home of Al the Wops. We accidentally forgot that we weren’t eating meat and ordered burgers. They were awesome. We appreciated the peanut butter and jelly on the table, but weren’t so sure about it on our hamburgers.

A bridge or two…

And wine tasting at Bogel.

The metaphor may be lame, but the date was great, and the life isn’t so bad either. By the way, that’s a half full glass.


About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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