I was passionately in love with Steve when I was sixteen, and at seventy-one I still love the boy because, even though he's happily married and I'm coupled with someone else, back in 1963 and/or 1964 he took me to summer stock in North Carolina, where we saw She Loves Me, Kismet, My Fair Lady, The Sound of Music, and The Unsinkable Molly Brown.
From Columbia, South Carolina to Charlotte was somewhere between 93 and 118 miles, and he drove it all in one evening AND took me out to eat.
Last Sunday I saw She Loves Me at the San Francisco Playhouse with the man in my life, my meque--Mejor que un esposo or better than a husband, and I loved it.
I remembered teaching the song "Thank you, Madam, Please call again, do call again, Madam" to the Tongan children when I was a Peace Corps volunteer because I wanted them to sing useful phrases. (I also taught them "Good night, good night. Sleep well, and when you dream, dream of me" and "Good bye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, Don't try and stop me, Harris" from Hello, Dolly.)
But I also remembered Steve's taking me to see She Loves Me along with so many others.
Steve took me other places. In a snowstorm he took me from Hayes, Kansas to Kansas City to see My Fair Lady.
When I was living in Madrid, he took me to The Ritz, Hortchner's and other restuarants there and all around other parts of Spain.
But of all the places he took me, the one I most love him for is summer stock in Charlotte.
And I always will!
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