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Dockside Dogs and Lunch

Dear Eve,

Each summer in Waukegan we would go for lunch at Dock Side Dogs. We would order a polish sausage, chips and a water. We would then walk next door and get a butter pecan ice cream in a waffle cone before walking out on the pier past the moored boats toward the light house. The wind off of Lake Michigan was usually brisk and we enjoyed watching the sailboats on the horizon. Our conversation was filled with laughter and our walk brisk. It was more than a sandwich that we shared on those days. We were free to be ourselves, free to joke, tease, laugh, plan and even hold hands. The meal was the starter. Then came the main course when we would partake of the feast of being together to satisfy our hunger for love. It was love and Dockside dogs. Our affection grew at every lunch on Lake Michigan. I remember you most of all. Like the time we walked along the shore and I dropped one of my shoes in the lake. It was silly but fun. We were in love and happy. In my memory the dearest of the dear, my precious Kochana, made a simple meal of Polish Sausage a banquet of affection, a feast of love. I’ll gladly go today again to Dockside dogs and lunch with you.

Have lunch with me forever, Kochany