I Two-Step into Love

Meanwhile, I continued to grope for some kind of future in the Mile High City.  My sister had left Denver, returning to the Northeast to live with her new husband.  I drifted back to a Denver college, studying at various times drawing, community service development, accounting, computer science.  I worked as a bookkeeper, bus boy, janitor, handy man, pre-school aide, cab driver, computer operator.  I lived merely from day to day, never imagining leaving Denver.  I dated many women, had flings with several, yet never found one to whom I was willing to open my heart.  Until, that is, my fondness for country-and-western music eventually led me to a class in such country dances as two-step, schottische, and waltz.  There I met a woman, a long-time Coloradan, with whom I fell in love.  Her career as a physician was soon to take her to Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Before long, we were agreeing to join one another there.