Last week, I got a 'ping' on LinkedIn from the only summer intern I ever had working for me. The last time I ever heard from her was early in 1991, shortly after contestant #3 and I were married. She called just as the wife and I walked in the door from work. Here's what I told my her friend in an e-mail:
"That last phone call you made one Friday
evening damned near put a crashing halt to marriage #3. We both worked (in) Huntington Beach, me on Space Station, she on CAD Support &
Training. After you and I had been chatting for a while, I realized
that her usual pattern of going back to the bedroom to change, and then
coming out to start dinner hadn't obtained. After we hung up. I went
back to see what was what. The first words out of her mouth were
something to the effect of "Is this how it;s going to be... you talking
on the phone to your girlfriend while I (do whatever she said she was
doing)?"
We'd been married only a few months. I'd known her for about six or seven years. So I thought.
The
phrase "I'm screwed!" came to mind, as I recall. That particular
marriage lasted about five years. It probably would only have been
three, but I was reprieved to Detroit for two of those five."
I rambled on for a bit longer. closing out the e-mail with a line about "...life here in a small town that has no Starbucks."
And thus, the new tag for this blog was born.