This is where we met, 38 years ago. No, not up in the sky. Down there, in the little town of Keyport, NJ. At the offices of The Bayshore Independent. Our marriage has outlived the newspaper.
Yes, 38 years ago today, Patty and I got hitched. Speaking for myself, my marriage is the greatest earthly gift God has given me. Without it I wouldn’t even be me. Without my marriage I doubt I would ever have wound up in God’s service or written my Bell Mountain novels. I don’t like to think I would have turned into an out-and-out pagan; thankfully, I’ll never know.
We had our anniversary feast the other day, exquisite seafood from The Keyport Fishery–which is about the only place we know that’s still as good as it was 38 years ago. We’ll have another nice supper today. Otherwise, we hope to celebrate in peace and quiet. Our scalp-dancing days are over. At least for now.
I also wear the T-shirts we bought on our honeymoon.
We hope to be left in peace by the bloodsucking idiots in Washington, but that’s out of our hands. They have already redefined current and future marriage. When they try to redefine existing marriages, then I would say their time has come… and there is yet another scalp-dance left to dance.