"The Melting Pot"....Our 25th

     Did you ever have to make up your mind, choose one life, and leave the other behind?  For Joyce and I, we reveled in the presumption that together, we both left whatever the vapor trails we had individually incurred and began a journey together down some archaic dialogue that became our singularity. We, over the weekend of the 1lth and 12th of June, and Tuesday, the 14th of June, the day we chose to expand our Universe, into the uncharted waters of being in wedded bliss, relived moments of the past 25 years, as we taught our Wedding Bands to play.  A Concerto of road trips, melodic visits with family and friends, standing in moments where the unorchestrated nature of the Universe, sang our many songs, and all the while, saying "Can You Believe It?", as we sat in a secluded booth, far from the maddening crowd, mood altering light adding to the exclamation mark of being married for 25 years, as we pleasured our senses in a new experience of "The Melting Pot", a "Fondue Restaurant", dipping and swaying to the cavalcades of crescending flavors bursting onto our palates. This experience had been brought to us by a recommendation by  Joyce's dear, dear friend, Daria.

     As we sat in that wonderful little booth, and enjoyed the pampering of the wait staff and management of The Melting Pot (Tim, the manager, and Nicole, our waitress ) we relived the glass blowing, aquariums, wild animal parks, museums and botanical gardens we so often found so alluring to our inner and outer senses.  So many comments to the effect that these days, celebrating 25 years of marriage, is not so much the bane of anyone's existence and yet, we culminated our Joyride at The Melting Pot, with Champagne, a rose, a beautiful card from the employees and a plate with "Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary" written in Chocolate, with a candle, a rice crispy treat and a brownie...Steven, who ever thought the vagabond would come down out of the clouds to touch the earth for moments at a time, with a stable local and strong willed Gal of Distinction from Denmark, who my Dad said the the Swedish People were so lucky to be able to wake up every morning and see Denmark for their breakfast satiation, Child