Many of my friends were surprised when, in my 40s, I married a widower in his 50s. It was no surprise to me Norman wanted to take me “home” to meet his family and friends. So on June 17, 1973, we were at the airport in Montreal, Canada, getting ready to board a night flight to England. I had never flown anyplace before, so it was an adventure for me.
Shortly after takeoff, we were served beforedinner drinks. We ordered ginger ale, which was more gingery than we were used to, but it was good.
Then we tried to make ourselves
