December 17, 1949
I ask you for passion fruit.
You offer me a pineapple.
I count the spikes, (there are 33),
Run my fingers across its stickiness
Then slice it open.
I lick the wound.
It is unexpectedly sweet
But dry. White gold chunks
Inside its shell pull apart
In strings of flesh.
We share that spiney fare
And when we finish
I find
I prefer pineapple.
- Miki -
His mother confided to me once that Les was a bit absent-minded as a child. She would send him to the corner store (about a block or so from home) with a grocery list and money. He would return a couple of hours later without the groceries, stating he didn't know what he'd done for the past two hours and he'd forgotten about going to the shops.
Les is not absent-minded anymore, which is fortunate, because he is currently employed as a branch bank manager.
Les and I were married on July 22, 1970. Many had doubts as to the wisdom of such a venture. We were both very young. However, the relationship has endured.
In the past year and a half, Les has been taking flying lessons off and on. Some of his solo flights are captured on video. His brother Phil has set them up at a web site in England. To see the clip of Les flying, click here.
Les graduated from Spring Arbor College, in February 2001 with a bachelor's degree in Management and Organizational Studies (and a 4.0!), completed in just over a year. He hopes to make some use of the knowledge gained - and hopefully see some benefit from having the degree itself!
