While taking part in a neighborhood yard sale, which I mentioned here , I met many nice people. One in particular stands out. I didn't catch her name, but she shared, or OVER-shared, just about everything else. She was a lovely woman, probably around 79 or 80 years old. She was out for her daily walk wearing her protective visor and her "just came from the eye doctor" sunglasses. While looking through my offerings, for whatever reason, she decided to tell me the story of her great love. "Oh what a guy he was! Boy, he was a sharp dresser! Always wearing a suit and a hat... So charming! And boy was he good in the sack!" Um... what ? "***giggle giggle*** We could be on the bus going downtown, I'm all dressed up, he looks so handsome. The bus would go over a bump and I would look at him and say 'That really got me in the mood'. Next thing I know, he's pulling the line to stop the bus. He grabs my hand and off we go to a hotel !" U