The spring I was seventeen, Bryon Tunnell Day in Tyler, Texas, 1963 was celebrated in the Rose Garden on the county fair grounds. I can’t remember why Mr. Tunnell needed a celebration, but someone thought he did, but that’s not important. Who was Bryon Tunnell? Texas Railroad Commissioner – but that’s not important. What is important is that Francis Fix and a friend whose name has been lost to me, invited me to go out on a blind date with an “older” student who attended TJC (Tyler Junior College). What is important is that I had never been on a blind date before, had only been on three other dates if you discount going to the movies with the gypsy boy when I was eight or nine. What is important is that on the night Bryon Tunnell was celebrated among thousands of roses blooming in every color, I met my husband on a blind date. Someone asked me recently if I thought he had saved me – yes he did and I saved him. We are still saving each other fifty years later.