I knew that day, before we even started out from Wilmore, Kentucky, that I would take an unannounced side trip around Fort Mountain along the way to Atlanta. I wanted to ask a question. I wanted the right answer. I needed a little help and I thought the sound of Holly Creek splashing down the mountain, the smell of green pines, the majesty of the Cohutta...
Sheila and I parked on a dirt road and walked among the giant pines. She rested against one and I leaned in to kiss her, and asked my question.
She gave the right answer! Just one word expressed unreservedly, enthusiastically, beautifully.
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That was 53 years ago today. I love her and admire her even more in 2024 than in 1971.
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(We did not get a picture that day. This picture is about a year later.)
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