I was wandering around the Tufts campus with a few friends. It was a cold night, and we were about to leave. I hadn't yet transferred to Tufts, but in two years I would, for the person I was about to meet.
He was standing at an ice-cream truck in the middle of the Tufts quad, near Carmichael. He was buying an ice-cream. Strange to think about that now. I mean, why would an ice-cream truck go to a college campus in winter? But anyway, it was there that night and so was Bob, a cute freshman. I don't remember how we started talking, but I do remember that my friends disappeared, I ended up in Bob's room, and he quickly became my first real boyfriend.
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| Bob, me, Brenda and ??? |
By the time we graduated, we were no longer a couple, though I wanted to be. But there was always that connection.
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| last day at Tufts, June 1973 |
A couple of years out of college, and I was falling in love with Don. Still, I visited Bob in Greenville North Carolina where he was a VISTA volunteer.
Bob even flew in from California to attend my wedding to Tim. Then later, he and his girlfriend (and later his wife) joined my new husband and me on our honeymoon to Martha's Vineyard. That's even stranger to think about now than the ice-cream truck in February.
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| August 27, 1977 |
I don't see Bob often, as he no longer has much business in New York. But we speak regularly and keep up with each other's lives.
My 18-year old self had good taste. I was first attracted to Bob because he was cute, smart, and athletic. He was also ethical, confident, and fun. The content of his character has not changed. And even though he's become a full-blown Republican, he remains one of my favorite people.
Happy 45th.
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