Maggie and I first met in 1974 in New Orleans. We were both 25. I was just graduating from Tulane law school and Maggie had just become a registered nurse.
She was in town for the weekend, celebrating with her girlfriends. I had been living in New Orleans for two years attending law school.
I met her in a grocery store just off Bourbon Street. I was looking for a cigar to celebrate passing the bar exam and Maggie and her girlfriends were looking for a bottle of wine. I think their celebration had started much earlier because it was obvious that this evening Maggie and her friends were definitely not looking for their first bottle of wine.
What caught my attention about Maggie was her laugh. It was one of those deep, genuine, approachable, inviting belly laughs, she was having a lot of fun, and she was beautiful of course.
So after trying to catch her eye, which was not working, I gathered the courage to walk over and introduce myself. My strategy was to impress her with my extensive knowledge of wine, or so I hoped, but actually, now that I think of it, back then I didn’t know a damn thing about wine.