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Bromley Ski Lodge and the Proposal
Exactly 43 years ago today, February 12, 1971, at the Friday Happy Hour of the Hall of Graduate Studies at Yale University, I met Amanda Correa for the first time. I entered the room with some of my friends, which adjoined the hall where we normally ate our meals. It was "Surf and Turf" night, where we enjoyed steak and lobster (It was Yale after all), so the room was full. She was wearing a long, grey dress that clung to her shape, and a rust-colored wool-lined coat. Oddly, she was sitting on a table near the back of the room facing the wall, and looked like she was totally bored. She had come with a friend who I did not notice despite her heavy makeup and brassy look. Mandy wore no makeup. She was as always, completely natural. As luck would have it, no one else noticed that she was there. I noticed. I walked up to her, not more than two feet from her face, lifted her chin, and asked her to join me for dinner. She smiled and said yes. Fortune smiled upon me that day, and every day hence.
I asked her to marry me at the Yale Ski Lodge in Vermont two weeks later. We skied that day at Bromley, which is near to Mt. Snow. Here is a photo of the Bromley Ski Lodge.
Bromley Ski Lodge and the Proposal
Exactly 43 years ago today, February 12, 1971, at the Friday Happy Hour of the Hall of Graduate Studies at Yale University, I met Amanda Correa for the first time. I entered the room with some of my friends, which adjoined the hall where we normally ate our meals. It was "Surf and Turf" night, where we enjoyed steak and lobster (It was Yale after all), so the room was full. She was wearing a long, grey dress that clung to her shape, and a rust-colored wool-lined coat. Oddly, she was sitting on a table near the back of the room facing the wall, and looked like she was totally bored. She had come with a friend who I did not notice despite her heavy makeup and brassy look. Mandy wore no makeup. She was as always, completely natural. As luck would have it, no one else noticed that she was there. I noticed. I walked up to her, not more than two feet from her face, lifted her chin, and asked her to join me for dinner. She smiled and said yes. Fortune smiled upon me that day, and every day hence.
I asked her to marry me at the Yale Ski Lodge in Vermont two weeks later. We skied that day at Bromley, which is near to Mt. Snow. Here is a photo of the Bromley Ski Lodge.