Karen had taken a month vacation in Georgia on her way to Japan. About 3 1/2 weeks after she left I called her at her parents' house. We talked for hours, and she told me she was flying out of St. Louis on April 21, 1987 and that I should call her again before she left.
After the call I started thinking again...and thinking...and suddenly a crazy idea came to me. Why couldn't I take leave on the day she flew out, drive the 400 miles to the St. Louis airport, surprise her, see her off, and drive 400 miles back? I would get her to tell me which flight she was taking out and what her take-off time was. Well, I called her the next week but she was packing and I never got to talk to her. Humphrey was packed, gassed up and ready to go, but I just never had my instructions. I was very distraught again...So, for the first time in my life, I sent flowers.