Adieu Hubert
I first met my future father-in-law, Hubert, at 6:00 a.m. one beautiful
July morning nearly 40 years ago when Eric, my new French boyfriend, and
I arrived by train in Grenoble, France. The gallant Hubert, dapper in a
three-piece suit, tie and tennis shoes (I later discovered this was
somewhat of a uniform), met us at the station. Click here to read the rest of the story!










