My Thoughts

Jarvis stared in disbelief as the taxi pulled away from the church and headed West down Lombard Street. A flash of lightening illuminated the street, and he caught a glimpse of the street sign. He had to laugh. Years earlier when Deandra first visited Philly, he had found her sitting on the balcony of their bed and breakfast with a pencil in hand sketching a street scene. He had been so focused on the amazing find at a wine shop, a '97 Dalla Valle Maya Napa Valley. "How's the wine?" "It's nice," she said, focusing on her sketch. "I was ready to unwind." His excitement and expectation of sharing this amazing wine find with her deflated, and anger boiled up inside him. "Seriously, Deandra, you are supposed to be on vacation. If you don't like the wine, I brought some other beverages," he smiled and tried to take her journal from her hands. Looking up at him with her tired blue eyes, she feigned a pout. "Please? ...

Her mind drifted back through the years to the first time she visited Philly, so in love, so full of hope and optimism. Somehow, the euphoria heightened all her emotions. When she saw the lights of the Philadelphia Theater Company, she closed her eyes and allowed all the memories to wash over her. "Lombard Street? I wonder if it is named after Carol Lombard." "What?" he asked, not slowing down as Deandra took in the sights. "Carol Lombard, the actress." "Haven't heard of her," he said. "How have you not heard of her? She was marreid to Clark Cable, you know, 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Deandra wanted pictures of everything and was fumbling for her camera in her bag. He stopped her, placing his hand on hers. "Deandra, we will look like tourists." "But I am a tourist, and I want to remember things, like the architecture of some of these buildings. How amazing. I can truly...