A Day at the Courthouse
Just another "Texan Tall Tale".... “They look so young,” the gray-haired woman said wistfully to her spouse as she looked toward the counter on the opposite side of the small courthouse lobby. He smiled and nodded in agreement. She had spied the youthful couple when they entered the building, holding hands and smiling as they strode confidently across the linoleum floor, across to the window marked, “County Clerk—Marriage Licenses.” Seeing them made her think of a day long ago when she and her beau had taken that same walk. The woman began to create a story in her mind about the youngsters as she saw them being greeted by the clerk. She imagined the young man to be named Mark, like her grandson. In fact, he looked a bit like him. The girl? She looked like a “Kelli” or “Brandi,” or some other name that could end with either “i” or “y.” They’d probably met at college, through mutual friends, no doubt. They looked comfortable with one another, she though