I didn't enjoy being told stories as a child. I liked watching them and I liked reading them but my interest began and ended there. The only time I can remember asking for a story was inquiring about other people's love stories.

My mother and father had a magnificent story. He rescued her from going to a school dance alone. She was his little sister's best friend. She's been afraid it would be awkward, but then it wasn't.

My aunt came home from school one Easter and declared to her mother that she's met the man she was going to marry. "What's his name?" my grandmother asked. "I don't know his last name," she answered, "but it doesn't matter. I'm marrying him." and she did.