“How about a Lilac Way love story? I met a girl in 1974, we were both 15 years old. She lived on one side of Highway 100 in St. Louis Park, I lived on the other. Thirty five years later we found each other again, reconnecting on the Minnetonka Boulevard bridge near the original Lilac Park for our first kiss. So blessed to now call her my wife.
The maid of honor at our wedding was the girl that gave me Michele’s phone number. She brought us a piece of concrete from the old bridge for a wedding present.”