Twenty years ago this week I met the man of my dreams . I was just a wee little girl ( Ok , I was a freshman in high school), so what I had back then was schoolgirl crush more than anything. The guy was older, so much older at age 19 then he will be when I'm 80 and he's 85. Luckily, we were both good kids and back then that meant that we kept our interest in each other to a little flirting in public, under the watchful eye of more people than we'll ever know. Our courtship was very seasonal. We saw each other at the county fair and then, perhaps, not for months. I went on to my high school things with friends, boyfriends and prom dates who weren't the legal drinking age. He went on to college, which included studying about farming, actual farming, watching basketball in Columbus, playing basketball behind the dorm in Columbus, eating at Wendy's--and not much else, actually. Eventually, FINALLY, according to many, I got to be college age and we began dating
My crazy life as a farm wife, mother, and corporate flack.