In the 6th grade Ronnie Roberts and Andy Cummins paid Rickey Hildebrand a quarter to kiss me. It was my first kiss and not exactly a fairy tale.
Rickie was the clear winner. He got a quarter and a kiss and afterwards we agreed to “go steady”, but I broke it off the next day. Like Julia Roberts’ character in Pretty Woman, I wanted the fairy tale.
I got it. I have a husband who loves me and we are having a blessed life which includes renting apartments in Paris every year. But in 2015, the Paris mayor’s office began enforcing a law already on the books which prohibits foreigners from renting apartments for less than a year. This means our month long vacations here might cease. Apparently it’s approaching midnight and our carriage is going to turn back into a pumpkin.
C’est la vie as they say here in the land of enchantment. I still have my handsome prince and we’re still living happily ever after. Who says fairy tales don’t come easy?
Postscript: Ronnie and Andy grew up to be wonderful men despite hints of an early life bent towards crime. I never did find out what happened to Rickie Hildebrand.
I took a walk through Parc Montsouris yesterday. (The carriage ain’t a pumpkin yet.) Enjoy!