“……… all around don’t know if I’m coming up or down, am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me.”
Jimi Hendrix perfectly described my current state of mind.
En route to my City by the Bay, I was totally drained by the events in Puerto Rico.
Most impactful, was that my childhood dream of my parents someday getting back together again had turned into a nightmare.
Still numb from drinking so much alcohol in San Juan, I decided to sleep all the way to San Francisco even though the booze in 1st was “free”.
Upon touching down at SFO, not only did I feel like smooching the ground as the Popes were used to doing, like Jimi ~ I wanted to "kiss the sky."
Thank God, Sandy brought a joint with her when she picked me up at the airport.
Even though I was only away from her for five days, it seemed like an eternity.
Choosing not to hurt her feelings by immediately disclosing my escapade at The Black Angus whore house in Old San Juan, I decided to shelve it for another day.
But my conscious for quite some time would constantly remind me of my cheating on her, which she surely did not deserve.
New Year’s Eve 1970 started off with a big bang!
The two of us having already talked about it, I formally asked Sandy to marry me.
Both euphoric, we toasted with a bottle of Dom Perignon that I would throw on the way home over The Golden Gate Bridge.
Telling me that her father was old-fashioned and that I would have to ask for her hand in marriage, I decided to get it over with by meeting with him on New Year’s Day.
Sitting across the kitchen table from him, he was such a child of God with a heart as big as my love for his daughter.
Asking me when the big day would take place and knowing that Sandy had already laid the groundwork, I bravely confirmed June 20, 1971.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!