Does that title mean what I think it means; i.e., no matter the obstacle, the objective is going to be met.
On February 13, 1941, the Philadelphia area was hit with a very heavy snowstorm. Bad news! I had promised my beloved that I would visit her on Valentines Day. What was a guy to do?
I did what any red-blooded fiance would do. I put a pair of socks, some pajamas, and a box of candy in a bag and headed for Philadelphia, thankful that the the New Jersey buses were running.
When I reached downtown Philadelphia, the situation was different. NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AT ALL! It took me three car thumbings to reach Girard Avenue, the transfer point. No cars! No trolleys! No nothing! It was eerie. Suddenly a large tractor-trailer truck appeared. He stopped and offered me a lift. Unbelieveably, he was going right to Ruth's house. What a break!
Ruth was sitting at the front window, waiting for me inspite of her family's warning that I couldn't possibly make it. When I jumped out of the truck in front of the house, she was so happy that all she could do was cry.
More, later.
P.S. The dry clothes came in handy and the candy was delicious.
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