My dear Lenore

Dearest Lenore,

Know this, I truly love thee

Ere the bloom fades from thy rose

I’ll live an eternity ~

Dom

Che gelida manina ~ please let me warm your hand, the ardent, love-struck Rodolfo sings to Mimi. And when she responds to him with her seductive and poignant, Mi chiamano Mimi ~ these two lovers succeed in creating opera’s most unforgettable moments of ecstasy. However, La Boheme is theater and theater can invent magic.

But here on these undulating byways of Heritage Hills, where you see so many husbands and wives walking blissfully, hand in hand, you can feel real magic at work. While you may not hear arias being sung, you will not fail to sense that in this beautiful and tranquil setting, we elderly people are happily living our penultimate moments together.

If you have ever wondered why our five children, twelve grand-children and three great-grandchildren are so outstandingly attractive, the photo above will provide a substantial part of the answer. It was at a St Valentine's dance, on a cold February evening 65 years ago, that I met Lenore and warmed her hand. We were married soon afterwards and except for the nearly four years I spent overseas during WW II, and a few weeks of ocean sailboat racing, we have never been apart.

Her birthday falls on Sunday, March 27th (Easter)

She is looking forward to dinner at the Pinnacle Restaurant

with her sons, daughters and their spouses on Saturday, March 26th

RSVP