Hungry's.

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Welcome to "the engines of my love," a regular review of why I love you, Martha Ellyn Sharp Nelson, and no other woman.

I love you because you are Rob's mom. Pattie Dunn, the lawyer, told me it was not a good idea for me to go to the hearing in front of the judge, and she was pleased when I told her I was going out of town. I actually did a pretty good job of completely putting out of my mind the fact you were going downtown to get the divorce decree finalized on Friday. I had been up most of Thursday night, following the tantrum, packing for the river trip. I was able to stay awake to get Rob and I to the airport, but as soon as we got on the plane I was out like a light. I do not even remember waking up until we arrived in Salt Lake City.

My friend Raymond Levey at the Bureau of Economic Geology had made arrangements for me to have lunch with Bob Ehrlich of The Energy & Geoscience Research Institute at The University of Utah. Rob and I got to their office, which was just above Evan's & Sutherland's office on the East Bench, right at 11:30. When the secretaries found Bob, the three of us went to eat at a Greek restaurant named Hungry's on Foothill Boulevard. It was a great lunch. Bob and Rob told bar jokes to each other and really hit it off. For instance, there were these two strings who wanted to go to a bar, but the bar refused to serve strings. So they decided to disguise themselves by unraveling one end, and sticking the unraveled end through a circle. When the bar tender came up he said `Are you a string?' The answer was, `No, I'm a frayed knot.' Once we got through the jokes, Rob got busy eating and actually listened to Bob and I position our technologies against each other like a couple of male peacocks. It was really a memorable lunch. The food was great. It was a Gyro, but was called a Hero Sandwich. The dessert was the same sweet layered desert you and I had after we got back to the main marketplace in Athens following our tour of the Acropolis. I told Rob and Bob about our trip, but other than that was able to keep my mind off the divorce. Based on this lunch I am sure I will be doing a lot of work in Utah with this group. Would not be surprised if I don't move to Salt Lake sometime, to work for them full-time. I hope you are with me if this happens.

Following this meeting we drove to Provo (on the way down 5th South I showed Rob the apartment where Roice was conceived) where I waited for an hour and then had an hour meeting with John Pasket of The Covey Leadership Center. It was really exciting to see how much they have bought into the stuff we did for them a few weeks ago, and the steps they are going through to make sure the technologies and ideas are properly introduced into the company. I was higher than a kite by the time Rob and I left Provo. Rob was really tired of waiting. He was bored to death, and it was quite obvious.

We stopped at a Subway Sandwiches by Beaver for dinner. Got to the house about 9:00. Talked to Cameron and Leslie, looked at all of the boxes he had labeled for me, and then took Rob up to Sara's. We decided to bring Rob back out to the house and to do a basic division of stuff. I was surprised at all of the memories, including thins like my clay 3-D castle I built when I was in 8th grade. I really do not want any of the stuff, but Sara is probably right I will change my mind with time and once I am not feeling so much pain. Because Sara feels a need to rent the house, it seemed like the best thing to do is to go back to Utah and drive a U-Haul Truck back to Texas with all of the stuff being given to our kids. Rob wanted the cow skull which the Medicine Man had brought for Mom. I got to bed about midnight. I remembered you in my prayers before I went to bed because I love you.

I'm interested in sharing why I love you. I know how important the written word is to you, and if you ever feel neglected, ignored, or unloved, and would like an up-to-date bound copy of these lovelets or any subset of these lovelets for any purpose you might have come to mind, please tell me or e-mail your request to rnelson@walden3d.com with the request 'lovelet update.'

With all my love,
Roice

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Copyright © 1997 H. Roice Nelson, Jr.