No politics today; no snarls or bad humor. We're doing a little celebrating. September 12, 1969 Hub and I tied the knot. I was a half hour late to my own wedding because the driver got lost on the way to the church. Hub's Mom kept him and his best man from splitting for the track with the 25 caliber pistol she always carried. Montana gal who lived next to the prison you see. And the Saint Bernard puppy Mom and Dad were baby sitting for us ate half the household.
Thirty nine years. Not bad for a guy from Deer Lodge, Montana and a gal from Acme, Pennsylvania. Modest beginnings. Ups. Downs. And the most wonderful of rides.
To those who said it would never last - ha!