So my Dad called this evening and asked, "What day of the week was October 30, 1955?"
I was out walking the dog at the time of the call, but said I'd look it up when I got home. Then I asked why he was asking. "That's the day I met your mother."
When I looked it up, I found that the date fell on a Sunday, at which point, he said, "Then I met your mother at a party the night before, on October 29."
So there you have it. Now I know the date my parents met: October 29, 1955. I think that's kind of cool. :-)
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