One hot summer day in Phoenix, a debonair Mr. Fox took a stroll down the street with his brother and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. Such blinding beauty caused him to stumble off the sidewalk and fall smack on his butt (a stunt he would never live down). Nevertheless, he calmly introduced himself to the stunning stranger found himself utterly mesmerized, so beguiled in fact that he went to the home of his fiancé and cancelled their wedding plans (to her merit, the stranger was not aware that he was engaged).
Mr. Fox was ensnared by this fascinating woman who defied
the “norm” not only by hunting and bootlegging, but by wearing pants. Men’s blue jeans in fact. The audacity! But, she cleaned up well and they were
married for over 60 years. They had two
children, who had four children, who had five children, who had six children;
none of whom would have come to be if he hadn’t fallen off the curb at her feet
that fateful day.
My great-grandmother, that sly, pants-wearing bootlegger,
would have been 106 today. And if she
were still here, I know she would tell me dirty jokes just like she always did
(and making this girl blush is difficult!).
And if Mr. Fox were here, he would be grinning ear to ear, knowing beyond
a shadow of a doubt that he made the right decision.