I wrote in my last entry Dick and I met early in 1958 and married in
August of the same year. We'd pretty much made up our minds about
this after just a few dates and the next step was to find a place to
live. We settled on what we could afford which was a small railroad
apartment on the West Side.
were exciting months for us. I was still working at WABC and Dick was
enlarging his contact list of clients and of course we were making
plans for our upcoming marriage. I remember one day in particular.
We 'd both agreed that it would be smart to have a routine physical
just on the off chance that something was wrong and could be
corrected before our wedding.
this day we'd just left the Doctor's office and Dick was saying how
it was a breeze and he was glad we'd been pro-active. He then asked
me why I was so quiet … was anything wrong? I turned to him and
in a serious voice I said, “I'm glad too but I can't help but
wonder why the Dr. had to have his hands all over me for just a
?” yelled Dick, and he spun around and started running back to the
Dr's office. I raced after him ...shouting that I was
joking ... but I couldn't catch him. He was still yelling and I
had visions of his barging into the Dr's office and decking the poor
man before he could get a word out
the office was on the third floor and the elevator wasn't available.
It gave me just enough time to thank him for caring so much and to,
once again, tell him that it was just my crazy
sense of humor. At
first he looked aghast and then he started to laugh. I was so
relieved but little did I know that, for the rest of our lives, he'd
remind me of this every time I complained about one of his pranks!