The Love Boat sailed on yesterday.

Never thought we would spend our 40th separated by pleather and vinyl.

United Airlines would not honor our bumped seats, my new hip or our anniversary.

And no passenger in their right mind will forfeit an aisle for a middle seat on a 5 hour journey.

When turbulence struck a hand would slip through the gap and hold me tightly.

Finally, after forced separation we were reunited in a Honda SUV and held hands all the way through the Lincoln Tunnel.

We arrived home and the doorman presented me with the most gorgeous bouquet of roses and hydrangeas.

We missed our downtown celebration, but made our own sweet music on the upper west side.

I can see 41 clearly now.