Long ago and far away in Brooklyn, NY, 1954, Doc Ingis, my fiancé’s father, said, “Go buy yourself a beautiful pair of shoes, I’ll treat.” Oh boy, a fairy tale offering. He gave me fifteen dollars. I was rich and a silly young thing then, in love and engaged to be married. I took my fiancé’s hand and asked him to come shopping with me. I told him that there was a shoe store on 86th Street that would have the perfect pair of shoes. In fact, I had seen them in the window of A.S. Beck shoes. The shopping was close to his house in the Bensonhurst neighborhood of Brooklyn. What a great opportunity, treated to my first pair of high heels. So exotic, the three inch kind, pink, backless, with two straps holding them onto my feet. I loved those shoes. I put them on and pranced back and forth in the store to show them off for my fiancé. He loved them too. “There’s something about those shoes,” he said. They were sort of like these in the picture, only with two thin straps.
The 2017 Romance Writer’s of America National Conference is here in Disney World at the Swan/Dolphin Hotel. In my careers, I’ve been to lots of conferences: interior design, architecture, tennis. All were terrific, but this one is the most fun, romance writers have lots to say about men, women and lovers. This first day was filled with activities you would expect at any conference, workshops, lunches, meeting old friends, and making new ones. By 5:00 pm, I was ready to sit down, have a cold drink and chat, but instead we went to Epcot.
Epcot was a perfect end of the day with exploration at Disney’s World Showcase. Fun at Frozen.
Learning about hydroponic veggies growing vertically (amazing to see) at Land of the Living, history and future of civilization at Space Ship Earth. Me in my scooter while the rest of our group walked the six miles around, and around and around trying to get to the French Patisserie, only to find them closed right after the fireworks. Sad face . . . imagine the disappointment.
Big thanks to Kathryn Ascher who organized the whole thing, right down to Fast Passes. We all giggled as we got right up to the front of the lines for our rides while a mob waited in long lines at Frozen. There were five of us in our small pack, Kathryn, the creator of the epcot day of course, writer Lisa Jass and her mom Pat Jass, and my Tom Claus, who also happens to be a writer, the scientific kind. And the music played on, Frankie singing “New York, New York.” I got off my scooter and we danced our Foxtrot up and down the pathway from the Swan to the Dolphin. Such a great evening, even got to see the fireworks. Four hours at Epcot – a brief encounter. Thank goodness.