Our Anniversary’s Tomorrow

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Tomorrow Patty and I celebrate our 41st wedding anniversary. I hope I can get my car out of the parking lot: the exit has been blocked these past two days by one of our town’s innumerable construction projects. I want to go down to Keyport and fetch us some really nice seafood for our anniversary dinner. So I’ll have to hustle to get a Newswithviews column written today.

As Scrooge’s nephew Fred said of his marriage, “It was the making of me.” I wouldn’t be me without my other half, without my wife. My work is all made possible by hers. Capt. Kirk can’t do bupkus with the Enterprise unless Scotty’s got the engines working. For us there wouldn’t even be an Enterprise without her. But the metaphor is in danger of being overextended.

Well, I don’t want to get all mushy today. The sun has come out, and so should I: work to be done.

 

 

Anniversary Day!

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Today Patty and I celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. I hope we’re good for 39 more. And we’re gonna have lobsters for supper!

I said this last year, and it’s even truer now: I would not be me without my wife.  What God chose for me was way, way better than anything I could have thought to ask for.

It’s Our Anniversary Tomorrow

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Tomorrow Patty and I will have been married 39 years. I’m telling you now in case I don’t get a chance to, tomorrow.

I am wearing a T-shirt I bought in Elkton, MD, when we eloped there to be married. I had to take a day off work, and my then-boss said, “Can’t you do that on your vacation?” It was that kind of place.

So we went fishing, had several plates of crabs, got married, and went fishing again. Tomorrow we have arranged to have lobsters–I think for the first time this century.

God has blessed us in our marriage, blessed us bountifully, and we give thanks to Him for that.

Today is Our 38th Wedding Anniversary

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.