Shade of the past, this tunnel in East Lansing MI once was open to the air.

I bought roses for my dates and girlfriends from a man named John who attended the flower cart at the Grand River opening. John made some money writing plays and he saw the shows on campus. In the case of staging a local playwright's work, I could always solicit an opinion from John. He had some gray hair then, so I assume he was forty but certainly not fifty. Never learned his last name, so if you remember him and his work, please feel free to share this information. Here's another item from the past as I tour the Barnes & Noble in the old Jacobson's building. The bartender at the store lunch spot made me martinis and dressed me in Jake's wool sweaters. I think I gave her one of those roses. As for the rest of the roses, not all went over well. One girlfriend hated roses because it the buildup to her parents' divorce, her father bought them as peace offerings often and ineffectively. She was an adorable woman, an excellent chef with a chocolate muse beyond belief. But perhaps her parent's divorce left her a touch emo. She mailed a card to me while she studied law at the University of Michigan. This was a few years before cell phones in wide distribution and ordinary email. The phone number didn't work and the address led to an empty apartment house in AnnArbor, down by the lumber yard. It had an open refridgerator
Sticker on the door had this message: Sex is rarely easy the first few thousand times.