Memories are the finest treasures. Wonderful little nuggets you can conjure up when needed to roll on your tongue and taste the sweetness again.
One jewel was produced when I was making my "interesting" lists last week.
I described the strangest place that I have ever made whoopy to use the term of "The Newlywed Game."
I married my first wife in 1972 when I was 23.
During the first year of marriage, our passions were seldom exhausted. Like most newlyweds, we weren't confined to places or time.
One weekend we were going to Mexico to her parents' campground on the Rio Hardy.
We were traveling in a cab-over camper with her mom and dad in the "cab" part while we "entertained" ourselves in the "over" sleeping quarters.
Nothing was ever said, so I have to assume that any swaying noticed by them must have been attributed to the wind. Winds can be a problem in the desert.
It's a little embarrassing to say that my desires and judgment haven't tempered with age. I only wish I could say the same about my abilities.
So what golden memories do you have?