Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for May 05, 2015
Transcript:
Gunther: "The professor's notes say the pond is this way" Tiffany: "Slow down! I'm not in hiking boots, y'know!" Tiffany: "Gunther! Help me across!" Tiffany: "Do we have to tromp through the wilderness?!" Gunther: "Yeah. Too bad salamanders don't live in malls, huh?"
Oh come on Gunther. Tiff reminds me of beautiful wife, when we married on April 3, 1971. She was the beautiful bubble head, cheerleader, queen of the prom, the girl everyone, but me wanted to date. We graduated June 6, 1970 and I figured that I would never need to lay eyes on the self-centered, little b again. Then in the summer of 1970, I worked at Columbiana Seed Company detosling. It was hot, sweaty work and no one as beautiful as my wife would have worked there. Her dad was very high middle class, a doctor, while my dad was a disabled vet from WWII and we lived on a very small disability check because he was crippled from the war and couldn’t work. I found out that summer that even though she didn’t need to work, she wanted to make her own way. While working side by side with her, yes protecting her from snakes, spiders, and all the other vermin, I fell deeply in love with her. If I was you Gunther, and I was you, I never and would never have set her back on the ground, after carrying her across the stream of water. Now, after 44 years of marriage, too many grandchildren to count, and our first great grandchild, I wish I was you, carrying my beautiful baby over that deep, 3inches, stream of water. Please Mr. Evans, some how let Gunther find out what an absolutely wonderful mother she will make.