A Life in a Trunk
As soon as I walked in, we locked eyes. I knew he was for me. He was tall, dark and handsome. Rugged and well traveled. He was a drifter. By choice. During war time on the United States Lines, because he followed a hunch, that told him that is where he felt he needed to be. I love a man who lives life on a whim. I do too. He said that the United States Lines went mostly to Europe, to London and Bremen to be exact. Those days people carried trunks without wheels and everyone wore a hat. ...