Part Three

"I think Ben and Juanita could come down" he responded
However, they went on a major detour, missing the turnpike exit and driving all the way to Pittsburgh on route 79 before realizing they were miserably lost. A two-hour wait at the rest area became a five-hour wait. We enjoyed the peacefulness that is found when sitting at a picnic table located a stone’s throw from the worst hard top road in America. Eighteen wheelers soon lost our interest and our minds wandered. Eventually we ran out of things to talk about. I realized a new topic of discussion would be appropriate. So.... I asked her to marry me.