Knowing this article would publish on Valentine's Day, I decided to keep with the theme of the day. But I wish I had been a better journal writer, which for me has been spasmodic at best. Therefore, I had to go back in my memories and try to retrieve something.
What my misty brain came up with was the Valentine's Day a smiling youth presented me with a large wooden heart.
Using a wood-burning tool, he had drawn a picture of a princess with a crown and a wand and To Sherry from … (Since both he and his wife are still dear friends, I will not embarrass him in print with a name.)
There was another boy who also liked me, and he was a bit of a bully. He caught my friend and unfortunately gave him a very physical warning.
I treasured that heart and still have it to this day, but should probably burn off my name and let his vast posterity enjoy one of his early etchings.
Grit recalls how the custom was and probably still is to deliver valentines to the door, knock and then run away.
During that time before a guy realizes the value in charming women, he and his friends decided to put some valentines on a string and then hide in the bushes. When the girl reached down to pick up the valentine, they would give it a pull and run away into the night, burning up all that youthful energy.
Robin Wilkey, who writes for The Huffington Post, gave her San Francisco readers a treat last year by reporting stories from some of the Bay Area restaurateurs.
The manager of Michael Mina, Ryan Cole, told of a wife and husband who came for dinner during Valentine's week.
"The moment they arrived, something was off," he said. "The woman was at the table, but the guy got up and was gone for at least 10 minutes. When he came back, they started arguing, and she was very upset."
Instead of leaving, however, they ordered the lengthy tasting menu, which seemed very odd. Why would they be miserable and fighting and prolong dinner?
The woman started crying, and the man continued his strange behavior until the restaurant captain finally decided to check in and here is the story:
It was their 20th anniversary celebration, and somehow her bag pulled her wedding ring from her finger when she exited the taxi. It bounced out of reach into the gutter.
The bell captain donned some dishwashing gloves. He went outside and, aided by the valet team, lifted the grate to search through the standing water. He found the ring.
Cole finished with the romantic ending, "After washing it off, the husband got down on one knee and gave it back to his wife."
"All you need is love," or so said Charles Schulz, the "Peanuts" cartoonist. Then, he added, "But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt."
Today, I hope you get lots of both.
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