flying back to the States, one of the stewardesses was
pushing her cart of refreshments down the aisle and
serving everyone a little something. When she stopped
to serve John and Leslie, she asked if they were a couple.
They laughed and replied that they weren't, and the
stewardess said that that was a shame, imagine the redheaded
children they would have had. They laughed and thanked
her for their drinks and her interest and she moved
on. Then John turned to Leslie and said "At least
my red hair is real!". Leslie gave him a smack.
you can see by the photo on the left, Leslie used to
have real red hair in 1980. In fact, she had real red
hair up until about 6 months before their trip to Paris.
Leslie called John and lamented that her hair was growing
in some color other than red, and that she couldn't
bear it like that. She had decided to have it colored,
but didn't know where to go (red is so hard to do!).
John couldn't bear to be seen in Paris with a companion
sporting a bad dye-job, so he asked his friend, a well-known
fashion expert in New York, as to where Leslie should
go. She took their advice and everyone was pleased with
their trip to Paris, John and Leslie have returned to
their occasional phone calls, emails and birthday cards.
John has since returned to Paris, and sent Leslie the
postcard seen here. He remarks on it that the scaffolding
has been removed from Notre Dame and that the front
facade looks quite beautiful. This annoyed Leslie to
Leslie spent the better
part of a month, after she returned from Paris, trying
to get used to eating cardboard. That's what all the
food "back home" seemed to taste like. It
was fortunate in a way, since she was able to lose a
few of the pounds she had gained while eating her way
from one end of the city to another.
Everytime John and Leslie
talk, they talk of their return trip. They've been fairly
close to actually returning on more than one occasion,
but life, being what it is, always got in the way.