there was a trolley from St. Paul to Lake Harriet, Minneapolis

A special date for my maternal grandparents, as they courted, was to take the trolley from St. Paul, where they both lived, to Lake Harriet, the end of the trolley line in those days.  Grandma would pack a picnic. They would go to hear a concert and picnic by the bandshell.

My grandfather proposed to my grandmother on one such trip.

I love this short story.