by Mark Rice

I met my wife 40 years ago in Jersey City. She was so beautiful in her flower-print dress. We were hired to work together on the same projects, so I knew I had some time to figure out the best way to confess my feelings for her. I've always felt I have plenty of time, for everything. My wife used to hide notes in the pockets of my dress shirts. I still check.


Mark Rice is a retired fireman who currently lives in New Hampshire.

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