It's interesting how JR's memory of events that fateful night is often foggy when answering questions, but he seems to recall minute details of his marriage proposal to PR in his latest book: "After dabbing our chins with our napkins, I took her arm and we walked outside and sat in a rustic little gazebo with white paint flaking off the seat, the stars sparkling overhead through the branches of the tree, and the slight smell of tulip nectar filling the night air."
I guess happy memories linger, while bad ones fade...MOO....
I guess happy memories linger, while bad ones fade...MOO....