Some time back Jean Cagle said I ought to write a blog on our youth choir tours. At her request here's an atempt at that. Some of the early ones may run together, so there may be some problems with accuracy, at least pertaining to what year it was.
Although youth choir existed prior to Don Roe becoming our minister of music, it really wasn't well attended until he came. Where there may have been 10 or 12 before, now there were 30. The summer after 9th grade, we took our first choir tour and used the church bus. It was really basically a school bus painted white and it drank oil like crazy. Don Roe drove the bus and that in itself is another story.
Most of the older kids didn't go on the tour, they had summer jobs. I think the only two seniors to go were Pam Vandiver and Carol Brewster. It was good that Pam went because she could be the entire soprano section by herself. I think she went to college at Indiana on a music scholarship and became a big basketball fan. Bobby Knight was the coach and there were winning championships. Anyway, I digress. The older kids, especially the boys, didn't go on the tour and that left the younger guys my age as the oldest group of boys. The tour was to Oklahoma and Kansas.
We were all assigned different duties on the bus. Jerry McKinney, Mike Manire, and Gary were the oil gang. There job was to lug a 5-gallon can of oil from the back of the bus to the front of the refill the engine oil that had leaked or burned away. You got to the engine by lifting a cover insude the bus by the driver. It wasn't outside. Don would holler at the oil gang to get ready and while the bus was still running they would lift the cover off the engine. Then, as we topped a hill Don would shut off the engine and we'd coast downhill. The oil gang would open the oil cap on the engine and start pouring in oil. They did this several times during the trip and would also have to add oil when we stopped for gas.
I was on the gas pumping crew and, I think, on the baggage crew. The gas crew would fill the tank when we stopped for gas and clean the windshield. The baggage crew would load and unload the luggage. There was also a cleanup crew to keep the bus clean and a crew to pass out programs at our concerts. After the concerts we would always have a fun and fellowship time.
My group had a bottle band. Different kinds of bottles were partially filled with water to create a particular note when you blew on them. Most folks played 2 or 3 bottles. I had a big gallon ceramic jug that played the bass note. It looked like a moonshiner's jug so I will always come in late and acting like I was drunk from drinking too much from the jug. Some of the people at the Kansas air force base whre we played were offended by my playing drunk. Drunkedness was a real problem on the base and they didn't think it was proper for me to make fun of it. Anyway, we played a couple of songs and were really pretty good. The finale of the fellowship program was always The Grasshopper Opera. You heard it at my birthday party. On tour that year, I think, Pam played the soprano part, Mrs. Faris did the alto, Don was the tenor, and Al Remette was the bass. They always played like the tenor didn't show up and they had to recruit someone from the audience. Don was the "recruit" and acted like a complete hayseed hillbilly, not a difficult part for him to play. Carol Brewster was the accompanist.
Some things I remember from the tour were that I roomed with Mark Strickland. I was little as a 9th grader but he was itty bitty as a 7th grader. He was always asking me questions about girls. We stopped in Oklahoma City at the amusement park to spend one day. In the parking lot was a brand new cadillac convertible all immaculate and shiny with the top down on the gravel parking lot. Mark and I went over to look at it. As we were looking at it a black guy came up from behind us and said, "Go ahead and put your hands inside the car." We hesitated but he said, "It's OK, it's my car." So, we put our hands in on the steering wheel and the seats. As soon as we stuck our hands inside the car the horn started blasting and the lights started flashing. The guy quickly came over and turned it off. I remember him saying he lived in Chicago and a car without an alarm system would be spare parts in minutes if you didn't have an alarm system.
On the way home I spent a lot of time with Betty Brewster in the back of the bus. Johnny Roe was with Jean Osburn (Cagle). We stopped at a watermelon field somewhere around the Oklahoma border and Denton. Everyone paid a dollar to go into the field and bust open a watermelon or two or three and eat the heart of the melon right there in the field. We had no spoons or forks or towels, so our hands got real messy while we were doing that. Johnny and Jean decided to go back to the bus and, in doing so, Jean cut her leg on the barbed-wire fence. It was bleeding so everyone had to get out of the field and onto the bus. We took Jean to the emergency room at the Denton hospital before we went home. She got a few stitches and was fine but we had to wait around for an hour or two while it was getting done.
All in all, choir tour was a blast and everyone wanted to go again the next year. Kids still got summer jobs but they made sure they could get off for tour. It was a big boost to attendance.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Our first apartment
Our first apartment was in the Komohana Apartments on West Division Street directly across from the C-J. It was a one bedroom apartment that faced out onto Border Street (now UTA Blvd). It cost $130 a month and included paid utilities.
I was making $2.00 an hour, $80 a week gross and about $65 net of taxes. Kay Ellen had her UTA job and was teaching piano from our apartment. She made as much as I did, possibly more. We had one car, a yellow 4-door Ford Custom that my parents had given me before we got married. Fortunately, they also paid my car insurance as a wedding present for the remainder of that year.
The last semester we registered for classes, I had to close the savings account I had started as a small child and withdraw all the money to pay for my tuition. I think it was $120.
While we were at the Komohana's we got a little black daschund puppy. We named him Blackjack. Blackjack and I would go over to the Swift Elementary (now UTA Nursing school) building basketball court and I would shoot baskets as he ran around on the asphalt court. We also rolled down the hill and basically had a good time.
I almost killed Blackjack one night when we got home from going out to eat and to a movie with Gary and Carolyn. We had just bought a brand new hide-a-bed couch. At dinner Carolyn told us how a puppy she knew had chewed up a new couch. When we got home the fabric was ripped up on one of the arms. I threw Blackjack across the room and yelled at him, grabbed him, stuffed his nose into the torn couch, and threw him again. In later months he also tore up the carpet in front of the glass sliding doors waiting for us to come home. We got our deposit back only because they had promised us new carpet and hadn't put it in yet.
We stayed in the Komohana's 6 months before moving to a "higher caliber" 2-bedroom apartment at the corner of Mitchell and Cooper. Those apartments were later condemned and torn down. UTA rebuilt student aprtment housing there. We were there a year before getting our first house on Briarwood, where Granny and Daddy Don are now.
Jessica and Cindy, I hope these last 2 posts tell you a little of what you wanted to know about how Kay and I met and our first year or so of marriage. If not, I'll try to elaborate in a later post.
I was making $2.00 an hour, $80 a week gross and about $65 net of taxes. Kay Ellen had her UTA job and was teaching piano from our apartment. She made as much as I did, possibly more. We had one car, a yellow 4-door Ford Custom that my parents had given me before we got married. Fortunately, they also paid my car insurance as a wedding present for the remainder of that year.
The last semester we registered for classes, I had to close the savings account I had started as a small child and withdraw all the money to pay for my tuition. I think it was $120.
While we were at the Komohana's we got a little black daschund puppy. We named him Blackjack. Blackjack and I would go over to the Swift Elementary (now UTA Nursing school) building basketball court and I would shoot baskets as he ran around on the asphalt court. We also rolled down the hill and basically had a good time.
I almost killed Blackjack one night when we got home from going out to eat and to a movie with Gary and Carolyn. We had just bought a brand new hide-a-bed couch. At dinner Carolyn told us how a puppy she knew had chewed up a new couch. When we got home the fabric was ripped up on one of the arms. I threw Blackjack across the room and yelled at him, grabbed him, stuffed his nose into the torn couch, and threw him again. In later months he also tore up the carpet in front of the glass sliding doors waiting for us to come home. We got our deposit back only because they had promised us new carpet and hadn't put it in yet.
We stayed in the Komohana's 6 months before moving to a "higher caliber" 2-bedroom apartment at the corner of Mitchell and Cooper. Those apartments were later condemned and torn down. UTA rebuilt student aprtment housing there. We were there a year before getting our first house on Briarwood, where Granny and Daddy Don are now.
Jessica and Cindy, I hope these last 2 posts tell you a little of what you wanted to know about how Kay and I met and our first year or so of marriage. If not, I'll try to elaborate in a later post.
Kay Ellen and me
At Christmas, Emily gave all the families a copy of my posts. She wanted to compile a permanent record of my posts in case the web site changed owners, went out of business, or whatever and my posts couldn't be accessed. As I thanked her for the book I said I wasn't too sure how much Jessica or Cindy would like the posts, but Jessica surprised me said she enjoyed reading them. Then she asked, "I wished you would write some posts about how you and Kay Ellen met and how you decided that you were going to get married." Cindy agreed, so I decided I would do as my daughters-in-law had requested.
As I've often said, "Kay Ellen and I slept together long before we were married." According to Mrs. Caton, an old FBC church nursery worker now long deceased, we shared a nursery bed as babies. The church was growing so fast they had two babies to a bed and the were assigned alphbetically. I was the last of the G's and Kay Ellen was the first of the H's. I have no idea if the story is true, but that's the story Mrs. Kite told me shortly after we announcedd our engagement.
At Youth Camp when I was in the 8th grade I had a dream that I was going to marry Kay Ellen. We weren't in the same Sunday School department, school, or anything. we did nothing together, but I dreamed we were going to get married. I told some of my friends, Verne in particular, about it the next morning when I got up. So, it's not something I made up after we started dating. So, you could say ordained by God that Kay and I would one day marry.
Kay Ellen and I were opposites in a lot of ways. I was an athlete, more interested in basketball and other sports than music and the arts. I was mischievous. I cut up a lot in class, played pranks, ran through the halls, and slid down the banisters. Kay Ellen was cultured, a musician, quiet, and behaved. I was one grade ahead of her so we weren't in the same Sunday School department and we didn't go to the same school. It's a wonder we ever got together.
My first memories of her were in youth choir. She was a pretty, blond-haired girl with a pony tail. She had a nice smile but mostly ignored me and my friends. She'd always sort of look the other way as she walked past. She later claimed it was because she was shy and thought we were making fun of her.
The first time we really talked much was during Youth Camp after my junior year in high school. For some reason she, Martha Sue, and I would get together and talk. We always had a Sadie Hawkins Day when the girls would ask a boy to sit with them at dinner and at the service that night. Martha Sue and Kay Ellen asked me who I wanted to ask me. I told them Jeanne Ann Smith. As it got closer to Thursday night why I wanted her to get Jeanne Ann to ask me and not her. I told her I didn't think she would ever want to ask me. But, she did and she did. and we went to the dinner and service together and started dating when we got home.
Another of Kay Ellen's good friends was Jean Osburn. Her boyfriend was Greg Cagle. We started going on double dates with them. Kay Ellen got passes for Casa Manana from her daddy at the paper and we would go over there and see musicals every other week during the summer. We also went to movies and other stuff. Nothing really special except for the night Greg's car died and we ended up staying out real late. Anyway, we went out together all the time and grew to like one another more and more.
When school started we sort of broke up because we were going to different schools. I didn't think she would want to see Fort Worth Eastern Hills football games and I didn't want to miss them. I also didn't want to go to all the Arlington High games. The tradition then was to buy the girl a mum for every game. That was just too expensive! I did take her to the Arlington - Sam Houston game (and bought a mum). It was the first time the two schools had ever met in football. We doubled with Jean and Greg. They also promised to double with us when Eastern Hills played Sam Houston in basketball. They backed out but I did take Kay Ellen and had one of my best games of the season.
I asked Kay Ellen to go with me to the church Sweethwart Banquet but she turned me down. Instead, she asked Nick Dally to go with her and I went to the I.M. Terrell - L.D. Bell bi-district basketball playoff. As I remember, we essentially had two dates my entire senior year. I didn't go to my prom and started working in the C-J mailroom the last couple of months during the school year. Greg worked there too, so it is possible that we started double dating again during that period. I know we were together again at Youth Camp.
Jessica asked me how I knew that Kay Ellen was the one, and I really don't know. I know I liked her more than any girl I ever dated. I respected her more than any girl I ever dated. And, I simply wanted to date her more than any girl I ever dated. We continued to date throughout the summer.
When I went away to ETBC we agreed that we would both date other people. I had no car, so I couldn't come home on weekends. Plus, I was playing basketball, so I couldn't come home easily. Despite what we said, Kay Ellen got very upset that I went out with another gir the first weekend or so that I was down there.
We dated during the Christmas break. I also got a car a Christmas so I could come home more frequently. Kay Ellen came out to ETBC along with Martha Sue and my parents one weekend to see a game and Sue, Kay, and I drove home to Arlington after the game.
After basketball season was over I started coming home almost every weekend. Toward the middle of the semester I started cutting my Friday classes and coming home on Thursday. That continued until my History professor told me "one more absence and you flunk," no matter that my grades were in the 90's.
One of the classes I took the first semster was an Appreciation of the Arts. It was supposed to cover music, paintings, sculptures, etc., but the guy who taught it said he didn't know anything about paintings and sculptures and we were just going to do music. I took the class in part to learn more about classical music so I could relate more to KLN. I learned that the three B's of music weren't the Beatles, Beach Boys, and the Byrds but were instead Bach, Brahms, and Beethoven. I learned to recognize the name of the peice and composer simply by hearing small cuts of the piece. It was the hardest class I took my entire college career. I made a C, but I still can recognize Dvorak by his slashing style. The course compared to a Music History class required of music majors.
I knew while I was ar ETBC that Kay Ellen and I would one day get married. I also recognized that ETBC had little to offer me academically. You went to ETBC to be a preacher or a teacher. I wasn't going to be a preacher and I didn't think Kay Ellen would want to be a teacher/coach's wife, so I decide to come back to UTA. I later learned that KLN was prepared to go to ETBC to be in school with me.
We started talking about marriage during this time and I asked her to marry me around Christmas of my junior year. She said "yes" but I had to ask her daddy. I kinda wondered why I had to ask him, I wasn't marrying him, but I did it anyway. We got married in June 1971 after my junior year.
I had started working full time in the accounting offices of the Citizen-Journal in February before we got married. I made a whole $2.00 and hour. Kay Ellen had a work scholarship that paid her tuition and a bi-weekly paycheck for accompanying some of the UTA choirs. She was taking 20+ hours a semester so she could graduate early. One semester she registered for 24 hours but they said she could only take 21. She had to "drop" one of the classes she was being paid for. So, she was there and played for the choir anyway, but didn't get the academic credit. We both graduated in December 1972.
While I had graduated with honors from high school, it wasn't so in college. I made lots of B's and C's. Meanwhile, KLN who had not graduated from high school with honors did so in college.
As I've often said, "Kay Ellen and I slept together long before we were married." According to Mrs. Caton, an old FBC church nursery worker now long deceased, we shared a nursery bed as babies. The church was growing so fast they had two babies to a bed and the were assigned alphbetically. I was the last of the G's and Kay Ellen was the first of the H's. I have no idea if the story is true, but that's the story Mrs. Kite told me shortly after we announcedd our engagement.
At Youth Camp when I was in the 8th grade I had a dream that I was going to marry Kay Ellen. We weren't in the same Sunday School department, school, or anything. we did nothing together, but I dreamed we were going to get married. I told some of my friends, Verne in particular, about it the next morning when I got up. So, it's not something I made up after we started dating. So, you could say ordained by God that Kay and I would one day marry.
Kay Ellen and I were opposites in a lot of ways. I was an athlete, more interested in basketball and other sports than music and the arts. I was mischievous. I cut up a lot in class, played pranks, ran through the halls, and slid down the banisters. Kay Ellen was cultured, a musician, quiet, and behaved. I was one grade ahead of her so we weren't in the same Sunday School department and we didn't go to the same school. It's a wonder we ever got together.
My first memories of her were in youth choir. She was a pretty, blond-haired girl with a pony tail. She had a nice smile but mostly ignored me and my friends. She'd always sort of look the other way as she walked past. She later claimed it was because she was shy and thought we were making fun of her.
The first time we really talked much was during Youth Camp after my junior year in high school. For some reason she, Martha Sue, and I would get together and talk. We always had a Sadie Hawkins Day when the girls would ask a boy to sit with them at dinner and at the service that night. Martha Sue and Kay Ellen asked me who I wanted to ask me. I told them Jeanne Ann Smith. As it got closer to Thursday night why I wanted her to get Jeanne Ann to ask me and not her. I told her I didn't think she would ever want to ask me. But, she did and she did. and we went to the dinner and service together and started dating when we got home.
Another of Kay Ellen's good friends was Jean Osburn. Her boyfriend was Greg Cagle. We started going on double dates with them. Kay Ellen got passes for Casa Manana from her daddy at the paper and we would go over there and see musicals every other week during the summer. We also went to movies and other stuff. Nothing really special except for the night Greg's car died and we ended up staying out real late. Anyway, we went out together all the time and grew to like one another more and more.
When school started we sort of broke up because we were going to different schools. I didn't think she would want to see Fort Worth Eastern Hills football games and I didn't want to miss them. I also didn't want to go to all the Arlington High games. The tradition then was to buy the girl a mum for every game. That was just too expensive! I did take her to the Arlington - Sam Houston game (and bought a mum). It was the first time the two schools had ever met in football. We doubled with Jean and Greg. They also promised to double with us when Eastern Hills played Sam Houston in basketball. They backed out but I did take Kay Ellen and had one of my best games of the season.
I asked Kay Ellen to go with me to the church Sweethwart Banquet but she turned me down. Instead, she asked Nick Dally to go with her and I went to the I.M. Terrell - L.D. Bell bi-district basketball playoff. As I remember, we essentially had two dates my entire senior year. I didn't go to my prom and started working in the C-J mailroom the last couple of months during the school year. Greg worked there too, so it is possible that we started double dating again during that period. I know we were together again at Youth Camp.
Jessica asked me how I knew that Kay Ellen was the one, and I really don't know. I know I liked her more than any girl I ever dated. I respected her more than any girl I ever dated. And, I simply wanted to date her more than any girl I ever dated. We continued to date throughout the summer.
When I went away to ETBC we agreed that we would both date other people. I had no car, so I couldn't come home on weekends. Plus, I was playing basketball, so I couldn't come home easily. Despite what we said, Kay Ellen got very upset that I went out with another gir the first weekend or so that I was down there.
We dated during the Christmas break. I also got a car a Christmas so I could come home more frequently. Kay Ellen came out to ETBC along with Martha Sue and my parents one weekend to see a game and Sue, Kay, and I drove home to Arlington after the game.
After basketball season was over I started coming home almost every weekend. Toward the middle of the semester I started cutting my Friday classes and coming home on Thursday. That continued until my History professor told me "one more absence and you flunk," no matter that my grades were in the 90's.
One of the classes I took the first semster was an Appreciation of the Arts. It was supposed to cover music, paintings, sculptures, etc., but the guy who taught it said he didn't know anything about paintings and sculptures and we were just going to do music. I took the class in part to learn more about classical music so I could relate more to KLN. I learned that the three B's of music weren't the Beatles, Beach Boys, and the Byrds but were instead Bach, Brahms, and Beethoven. I learned to recognize the name of the peice and composer simply by hearing small cuts of the piece. It was the hardest class I took my entire college career. I made a C, but I still can recognize Dvorak by his slashing style. The course compared to a Music History class required of music majors.
I knew while I was ar ETBC that Kay Ellen and I would one day get married. I also recognized that ETBC had little to offer me academically. You went to ETBC to be a preacher or a teacher. I wasn't going to be a preacher and I didn't think Kay Ellen would want to be a teacher/coach's wife, so I decide to come back to UTA. I later learned that KLN was prepared to go to ETBC to be in school with me.
We started talking about marriage during this time and I asked her to marry me around Christmas of my junior year. She said "yes" but I had to ask her daddy. I kinda wondered why I had to ask him, I wasn't marrying him, but I did it anyway. We got married in June 1971 after my junior year.
I had started working full time in the accounting offices of the Citizen-Journal in February before we got married. I made a whole $2.00 and hour. Kay Ellen had a work scholarship that paid her tuition and a bi-weekly paycheck for accompanying some of the UTA choirs. She was taking 20+ hours a semester so she could graduate early. One semester she registered for 24 hours but they said she could only take 21. She had to "drop" one of the classes she was being paid for. So, she was there and played for the choir anyway, but didn't get the academic credit. We both graduated in December 1972.
While I had graduated with honors from high school, it wasn't so in college. I made lots of B's and C's. Meanwhile, KLN who had not graduated from high school with honors did so in college.
ETBC - tryouts for high schoolers
My last organized game on the ETBC court was high school tryout day.
During the second semester of college and after the season was over, I spent many hours down at the gym shooting, mostly by myself. Sometimes some other guys would be there and we'd play a game. James, my roommate, was getting heavily involved with Cathy Bartels so he had quit coming down to the gym. A couple of times, when we needed one more person to have enough for a game, we went to the girls dorm to find James and Cathy sitting in the large TV/living room talking. A lot of other couples and girls were in the room. We'd call out loudly, "Cathy, can James come out and play?" They got engaged that semester and I was the best man at their wedding the following spring.
Anyway, I digressed. I spent many hours down at the gym in the evenings dribbling and shooting. I'd have made up games and situations and play full court by myself. The gym was never locked. I'd just go in and turn on the circuit breakers for the lights over the court. I practiced so much that I could shoot from anywhere and put it in the basket. This was before the 3-point line, but, if it were there, I would have been shooting from beyond the NBA 3 and hitting well over 50%.
On the day of the tryouts there was a guard from Marshall High School. He had been an All-District quarterback in football as well as All-District in basketball. He thought he was pretty hot stuff and was in fact later given a full scholarship to ETBC for basketball. We were playing half court, make it - take it. I was above the top of the free throw circle and to the right, near or beyond the NBA 3 line. He was playing a few feet off of me protecting against a drive and never expecting me to shoot from that range. I received the ball, looked at him, looked at the basket, and shot. Swish! We got the ball again. Same place, same thing. Swish! "This is college, son," I told him. "People can shoot from here." We got the ball again and I was set up in the same place. This time when I got the ball he quickly came out on me. I drove around him in a flash, dribbled a few times, and laid the ball in for another easy two. "You gotta be able to guard me better than that to play college ball," I taunted him.
I was on fire. All the evenings of shooting on that floor was evident. I couldn't miss. After the tryouts were over and we were walking back into the dressing room the coach, R.C. Kennedy, came up to me, complimented me on my play and offered me a half scholarship if I came back the next year. By that time I already knew that I wasn't God's gift to basketball. I knew that ETBC had nothing to offer me educationally unless I was going to be a teacher/coach. And, I also knew that I was going to marry Kay Ellen and I didn't think she would want to be a coach's wife. One of Coach Kennedy's favorite phrases was "You gotta want to, son," so, I replied, "I don't want to, Coach."
And, thus endeth my college basketball career. Next post, at the request of Jessica and Cindy (mostly Jessica) will be about Kay Ellen and me dating and how we decided we should get married.
During the second semester of college and after the season was over, I spent many hours down at the gym shooting, mostly by myself. Sometimes some other guys would be there and we'd play a game. James, my roommate, was getting heavily involved with Cathy Bartels so he had quit coming down to the gym. A couple of times, when we needed one more person to have enough for a game, we went to the girls dorm to find James and Cathy sitting in the large TV/living room talking. A lot of other couples and girls were in the room. We'd call out loudly, "Cathy, can James come out and play?" They got engaged that semester and I was the best man at their wedding the following spring.
Anyway, I digressed. I spent many hours down at the gym in the evenings dribbling and shooting. I'd have made up games and situations and play full court by myself. The gym was never locked. I'd just go in and turn on the circuit breakers for the lights over the court. I practiced so much that I could shoot from anywhere and put it in the basket. This was before the 3-point line, but, if it were there, I would have been shooting from beyond the NBA 3 and hitting well over 50%.
On the day of the tryouts there was a guard from Marshall High School. He had been an All-District quarterback in football as well as All-District in basketball. He thought he was pretty hot stuff and was in fact later given a full scholarship to ETBC for basketball. We were playing half court, make it - take it. I was above the top of the free throw circle and to the right, near or beyond the NBA 3 line. He was playing a few feet off of me protecting against a drive and never expecting me to shoot from that range. I received the ball, looked at him, looked at the basket, and shot. Swish! We got the ball again. Same place, same thing. Swish! "This is college, son," I told him. "People can shoot from here." We got the ball again and I was set up in the same place. This time when I got the ball he quickly came out on me. I drove around him in a flash, dribbled a few times, and laid the ball in for another easy two. "You gotta be able to guard me better than that to play college ball," I taunted him.
I was on fire. All the evenings of shooting on that floor was evident. I couldn't miss. After the tryouts were over and we were walking back into the dressing room the coach, R.C. Kennedy, came up to me, complimented me on my play and offered me a half scholarship if I came back the next year. By that time I already knew that I wasn't God's gift to basketball. I knew that ETBC had nothing to offer me educationally unless I was going to be a teacher/coach. And, I also knew that I was going to marry Kay Ellen and I didn't think she would want to be a coach's wife. One of Coach Kennedy's favorite phrases was "You gotta want to, son," so, I replied, "I don't want to, Coach."
And, thus endeth my college basketball career. Next post, at the request of Jessica and Cindy (mostly Jessica) will be about Kay Ellen and me dating and how we decided we should get married.
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