Love Day + Michael Fabiansen RIP

Yes, it's here again, Valentine's Day. They say, whoever they are, that love enters through the nose. I think it enters through the mouth, and then goes  directly to the heart.

I'm still in love with my wife. Yes, we have days when we both want to go our separate ways, but somehow we work it out. In the end there is love.

She said it was the hair on my arms that attracted her to me. She took a chance on me because I had a dog,  Lonesome.  He was a handsome boy. Geri figured if i had a dog I couldn't be all that bad.

I wrote a song about how I met Geraldine recently. We were at a coffee house in Glen Park, San Francisco, called "A Nice Little Place To Eat." It's located on the east side of the four corners of Diamond and Chennery Streets. I also wrote a short story about it recently as well. So, our relationship with food goes all the way back to when we first met.

The first line of the song goes;

I looked up from my coffee
And I say you sitting there
That's when I said to myself
Well, what have we got here

I was hit by what us Italians call il fulmine', the thunderbolt,  the day I first laid eyes on her. I went home and told my roommate Buzz, "I saw the girl I'm going to marry today."

For better or for worse
In sickness and in health
For richer or poorer
Till death do us part

Tonight is dinner with friends in the city with my instructor from culinary school and friend Erwin. There will be plenty of love to go around tonight, and wonderful food.

Have a great weekend. Call, email, or text someone you love, and tell them you care about them, why there's still time.

That's it.

Life is what happens in between meals.

Peace,

Make Love & Food

P.S. Michael Fabiansen RIP...you were loved by many of which I am one.