A classmate and I in Chicago (1960-1963) became life-long friends. He married one of our distaff classmates in '64. I spent some years here, some years there, and we got together at least every few years. In the summer of '82 I dropped in on them for a couple of days of my vacation. I was then living in Chicago again, They had been settled in Michigan for years.

As it happened, he knew he was "booked up" for the last evening I would be there; so he decided it was his responsibility to see that I wasn't left to sit and read that night. Enter, a young lady of their acquantance from church. She hesitantly agreed to at least feed me dinner. I hesitantly went along to be introduced; old classmate has been a darn good friend, but I was frankly wary of what his idea of a blind date for me might be.

Dinner, a movie, miniature golf; a hesitant try for a little parting kiss which far exceeded expectation; some phone calls, some trips between Chicago and Michigan; engagement on Memorial Day Weekend, marriage in December. A house full of collectable frogs, 22 1/2 years, no regrets.

                Dean the frogprince.