January 1, 1940, another gorgeous New Year's morning in Pasadena, California. A handsome young man stood atop a building with his friends, staring down at the crowd below him on Colorado Boulevard. He watched as Edgar Bergan and Charlie Mc Carthy waved to the crowds lining the streets of the Rose Parade. It didn't take him long before he spotted a pretty young girl in the crowd. It took even less time for him to introduce himself and quickly flatter his way to her heart.
The young girl was my Mother's younger sister Hazel; the young man, my future father. The young man, who had dark curly hair, a big smile and a silver tongue, charmed his way home with the pretty young girl. Then, upon arriving at her house he promptly dumped her for her older sister, my Mother.
Several months later, my mother and father were married.