It was Feb. 13, 1971 — the day before Valentine’s Day.
Four of my buddies and I decided to go skiing. First at Trolhaugen on our way up to Lutsen on North Shore Drive. Driving up 35W with my ’60 Chevy, somehow I missed the turn to Taylors Falls and we drove 50 miles past before we realized it. Turning around, I was a little upset we all missed the sign, so I floored the Chevy. All of a sudden the car started slowing down and blowing smoke. I blew it up! It took four quarts of oil to get home.
Now most people would have ended the trip, but fate took over and we took the ski racks off and put them on the only other car we could use, a 1954 Buick Roadmaster. What an old tank. We headed straight for Lutsen. Finally, getting there at 8 p.m. as fate would have it, there were no rooms left. Now we had to back track to Maggie’s Summer Resort. After sweet talking her into opening a cottage, little old Maggie said it would take hours to heat up. As fate would have it, she told us about a dance at The Lodge. After arriving at this dance, we scoped out the place, and that’s when I saw her for the first time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so beautiful I had to ask her to dance, and she said yes. She was with her friends so we ended up having a very cool night and yes, a Valentine’s Day kiss after midnight. Fate, I guess.
Now after a 39-year marriage, three grown children (Emily, Amy and Zach), stepdaughter Ashley, and new grandbaby Gracie, Happy Anniversary and Happy Valentine’s Day, Suzy.
Love, Rick Kurth
Broadway Bar and Pizza, Elk River
P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples who have met at Broadway the last 31 years — fate I guess.