He loved to laugh. He loved to play. He found humour in almost everything. During our courtship, we spent many hours after work simply talking and laughing. Come home, crack open a bottle of wine, few crackers and cheese, lots of chatter, and of course lots of smooching!
I loved listening to his stories of growing up and the antics he and his friends were up to during their late teen years. One of his favourite stories was of a time when the gang was out for a drive on a long dark stretch of a secondary highway. A car too full of teenagers laughing; Bill needed to attend to nature's call. The car pulls over, the doors open, teenagers spill out and Bill walks off into the bush. While his back is turned, the teens pile back into the car, close the doors and pull off leaving Bill to his business. He hears the car pull away and yes, finds the humour in his friends' play.

There are so many of these stories of his youth that has me shake my head in wonder - how the heck did I get so lucky? He survived so many hair brain schemes!
What a great story, Ginette. We were both lucky, weren't we. Maybe now we're not so lucky, but back then it was so good.
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