First, here's the story of how we met:

Patty and I met on 3/3/78. She was working as a waitress at a trendy pizza joint called "My Pie." I was there for food. I couldn't help myself, so I put it all on the line and asked her out. Above is the actual receipt on which she wrote her name and I wrote the phone number she dictated to me. The best we can recall, $7.91 got my friend Paul and me a pizza and a few Cokes.
My college roommate from the University of Wisconsin, Burrell Eveland, who was living in Minneapolis in 1978, was reading this blog post in July, 2009, and added this info:
"I am certain I was present when you and Patty met for the second time. You took me to My Pie telling me how great dinner had been, and by the way how pretty your waitress had been, the week before. When we got there the line was over a half hour. You spotted Patty and went up to her and told her how great the pizza and service had been the last time you were there. The next thing you know we were seated in her section. I think that I should have waited tables that night, since the very pretty Patty stayed at ours virtually the whole time we were there. I'm glad that the two of you re-discovered each other."
In any case, Patty and I went out not long after, but that's a whole new story I'll tell some other time. . . .
Here's Patty at CitySide, a restaurant at Faneuil Hall in Boston, 1980.
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