Well it’s Saint Valentine’s Day!
In Chicago it’s the day the Southside Italian gang destroyed the Northside Irish gang.
I spent seventeen Valentine Days with the same girl. I only remember the first one and the last one.
The best Saint Valentine’s Day I ever had was in 1990.
Chicagoland was hit with a blizzard. We received 12 inches of snow with 30 mph winds and temperatures dropping to zero by sunset.
I bought flowers and went to pick up my girlfriend at her dad’s house. When I arrived she told me that we had to shovel her dad’s driveway.
It was a thin driveway, but it went back 125 feet to the garage. So I grabbed a shovel and we started the job.
….And we shoveled and we shoveled and we shoveled.
It was nearly 9:00pm when we finally finished. We were wet, we were cold, we were twenty three, we were in love.
So we got into the car and drove down to Giovanni’s on Roosevelt Road and had our romantic dinner.
My pants were wet and cold sitting on the vinyl seat, but my heart was warm and my loins were on fire.
That was the best Valentine I ever had…
The girl?
We fell out of love, but she is one of my closest friends. She is George’s Godmother and we had dinner the other night with her boyfriend.
My dad told me not many people think you’re very special. So keep the ones that do in your life.
This girl thought I was special so I kept her in my life. That’s what love really is!
Tonight?
I’m going to make dinner for one and watch “Love Story.” Because that was my Mommy’s favorite movie and Ali MacGraw is hot!
Happy VD!
