I remember the marriage proposal thing, too. I did that in '79 while still working in the restaurants. I was pulling a late afternoon/early evening gig at the Mill when this fabulous looking gal came in with her family, and I served them. I came to the table from time to time to propose to her and to get dad's approval. At the end of the meal, he said, "yeah, take her." So I picked her up in my arms, we walked to the exit, and there was a downpour of rain. I put on a sad face and took her back to her table. Dad asked why I brought her back. I said that it was rainin' cats and dogs out there, and everybody knows girls are sugar and spice, and everything nice. I told him sadly that she'd melt in the rain before I could carry her over to the Wilderness Church. I sadly walked away. The family, and everyone around who heard me, howled with laughter.
