Fifty-cent Dad
What happened after Les and I parted from the cruise? We married, but not right away... After our final good-byes, we boarded the airplane. Notice, airplane. We boarded the same airplane, but Les was in first class, and I was in coach. "He'll come back and talk to me." I felt pretty smug, especially after he had seemed so desperate to get my phone number on the shuttle. One hour, two hours, three...No Les. "Hmm, probably found a beautiful, first-class woman to sit next to," I thought, annoyed. "Time to go to the bathroom, the front one so I can peak in on him." Mary Jane didn't think that was a great idea, especially since I probably had to climb over her. As I waited for the bathroom vacancy sign to light up, I carefully pulled aside the blue, first class divider curtain . There he was, alone, sleeping. That was the last time I saw him on the trip. That evening, back in Wisconsin, my astute (or maybe nosy) sister, Ann, asked if I had