“We were too lazy to move out whenever we had trouble,” Steve says. “After a time, we fell back into not being mad at each other.”
The neighborhood has been part of the Voltmanns’ story since they met as juniors at Bryan Adams High School. Libby saw Steve getting on his motorcycle from across the parking lot and was instantly attracted.
“I was like, ‘That’s him. That’s what I want right there,’” Libby says. “It was an innate thing in me. Even today, he’ll walk into the room, and I’m still like, ‘You’re so handsome.’ I think he was excited about the attention, but it took him longer to settle in with me. We’ve always had a really good time together.”
The couple continued to date after they graduated from Bryan Adams, but they broke up briefly before they got married, upsetting them both. The pair arranged for Steve to collect his belongings from Libby’s apartment, but Libby, who was working as a flight attendant, misread her work schedule and missed the rendezvous. She was so frantic during the flight that she spilled a tray of orange juice on the floor. When she landed, she rushed to a payphone to call Steve.
“I didn’t want him to think I had blown him off,” Libby says. “I said, ‘I don’t want to do this. This is terrible. Let’s get married.’ He said, ‘OK, let’s get married.’”