the blue eyes of his wife shining with joy from the good news.
the sun beamed over the river as he strolled beside it whistling a tune that would make the birds jealous. he passed a gentleman sitting on a park bench tossing birdseed into the water where the ducks had gathered. as joe passed, the gentleman spoke up.
“what’s the occasion?” he called out.
“i’m sorry?” joe paused in his tracks, a bit startled. the gentleman stood to face him. he was wearing a long black trench coat which joe thought was out of place on a warm spring day.
“looks as though you’re on your way to a celebration?” he said. the 