Such a grand and festive lady that steamer to Put-in-Bay escaping her dock just after dawn leaving Detroit's factory din moored to the Michigan shore.
Sunbeams glanced off waves in lake Erie's tranquility bound for Sandusky and Put-in-Bay Island.
Clattering silver and porcelain veiled by sweeter sounds of congenial banter and ballads crooned by the shipboard band. playing late beneath the stars for 'swing' and 'jitterbug' reeds and horns and ritual beats blazed the air with frenzied jubilation.
Paired in the rhythm section, Jim drove chords from strings and pick while Janice matched beat for beat - fingers gliding over ivory and ebony until Detroit lights shone ashore on the port side bow where the Put-in-Bay would re-tether to its Motor City pier.
How their union sealed is forever’s mystery. Was it bonded checking chords in a Gershwin tune or on break over scotch at the bar or with a sideward smile during “All of Me? ” No one knows but the moment came, as sure as rain to Lake Erie, when Janice knew that Jim would ask and he knew she’d answer, 'Yes.'