Grandpa Phil shares a funny story from New York City in 1944 when he was dating his soon-to-be wife, Margaret. The memory is so clearly full of love and I can almost hear my late grandma's voice at points. I'll never see grass stains the same again.
This is the story of how my grandparents met all the way back in 1943. My grandfather gives background of his time in WWII and ends with one of the sweetest boy meets girl stories I've ever heard. Maybe I'm biassed but you should hear for yourself.