There really was never a question. We met folkdancing...we were next to each other in a line, and she began the dance going one way and I the other. After the resulting body slam (about a hundred pounds difference in our weights, then and now), I invited her out for a cup of coffee. We dated at long distance for the next 2 1/2 years-we were attending different universities, 1500 miles apart, and then I went into the army. I came back from a tour in Korea, went to Pittsburgh where she lived and then we went on to my parents' home in Georgia. My father asked, "well, are you going to get married some day?" I looked at her and said "how about next week?" That was March, 1970.