by Colleen Kenney Fleischer
Within Central Park there’s a special green bench.
It’s Margaret (Mezoff) Holman’s favorite. She seeks it out some days and sits down. She looks around at the people and trees, the seasons, the sun. Sometimes, she thinks about her life and the long way she’s come from her days as a journalism student at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
She smiles.
Within her heart there’s a special memory from those days: It’s 1973. She’s at a press conference on campus her senior year, working hard as a public relations intern for the university. Her friend Linda introduces her to a sharp, young reporter from the Lincoln Star. He’s just a few years older. A Nebraska boy from McCook.
The man who would become the love of her life.
His name is etched on a plaque on that bench:
In Memory of Richard Lee Holman …
“He asked me out to have coffee, or go have a beer, and I agreed,” Margaret says. “But I couldn’t remember his name, and so I had to call Linda to find out who he was!”
She laughs.
“I didn’t tell him that until after we got married.”
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