To the Editor,
In 1968, I made the best decision of my life when I married a gal named Vickie.
On our first date, I knew she could tolerate the likes of me ‘cause I took her to a car show, a subject in which she had absolutely no interest.
Well, tolerance turned to respect and respect to mutual love, ‘cause we fit together like hand and glove. I found her pretty and she found me handsome, which on her part shows limited vision for me worth a king’s ransome.
Of all the women in the world, I was lucky enough to have picked this girl and for her love and support I am eternally grateful, which proves in life, key decisions are really fatefull.
As I look back over 53 years of us as a couple, I take great pride in what we have accomplished, all the troubles and woes we have vanquished.
I’m so good that I chose to make Vickie my wife and I’ll be with her for the rest of my life.
Lovingly yours,
Wes Morden