in the same circles and chatted casually at social gatherings. "I began to pursue her--relentlessly," Kooser says. His silver Datsun, she noticed, always seemed to be casing her neighborhood. One day as she was walking to the grocery store, he slowed his car, leaned out the window and asked if she would help him with his velvet string tie. He was on his way to a party--quite "poet-like" in his corduroy jacket and ruffled dress shirt. She tied his tie, only to leave her gloves on the front seat of his car. "It might have been a Freudian slip," she teases.from Inspired Home Omaha: The Artificial Florist
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