Well, my hair may have gone gray and thinned a bit from my forehead, but I don't really feel much older than the feckless kid in that picture. Who, by the way, didn't do anything special to make his hair feather out that way, it just did it all by itself, I promise. Why anyone would marry that goofball is beyond me.
But Karen did, back when I was a former bus driver and rookie night-shift newspaper reporter, and she was a former bookstore clerk and rookie social worker. Either we somehow saw great potential in each other despite all evidence to the contrary or just didn't care, but in any case we've built something pretty terrific together. We were stupid (everybody that age is stupid) but lucky.
She got smarter, I got stupider, but I still think I'm pretty lucky. Happy Anniversary, Sweetie.
Last Christmas--the most recent decent shot I could
find. We should really take more pictures together.