Yesterday, we were celebrating an early Christmas since our daughter and her family will be out of town during the actual holiday. We recently sold them our old home in midtown and they are remodeling it to prepare it for rental.
As we were sitting around the living room distributing presents, my son in law handed me the old Chilton's repair manual for my dearly beloved and sorely missed '68 Z-28. He said he had found it as they were stripping out the garage.
Smiling he said that he had also found something else with it. An old love letter from Sheila. He had not opened it. Looking across the room I could see from the handwriting on the envelope that the letter WAS NOT from Sheila. Sheila was immediately alert and interested. She grabbed the letter and put it in her purse.
We quickly determined that the letter was from a girl I was dating just before Sheila and I were engaged. Sheila demanded that she be allowed to read the letter. I strenuously objected. Eventually, I prevailed and the letter was consigned in pieces to the nearest waste basket.
The moment passed without further incident but the look on my son-in-law's face was priceless.
