I am writing this note at 5:20 PM on Monday afternoon. That normally would not be worth remarking except that I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing at this very moment 31 years ago today. August 22, 1974 was a Thursday. It happened also to be my wedding day. My family had flown from
Having an evening wedding means you've got an entire day to kill. Back then we followed the tradition (now mostly forgotten) that the bride and groom should not see each other on their wedding day. The only contact we had before the ceremony was a brief phone call. To pass the time at the motel, I organized a double-elimination shuffleboard tournament featuring the four Pritchard boys, our father, and Uncle Russ who (along with his wife Ruby) had come from their home in
So I hopped in the shower, put on my tux, and hurried over to the church. I remember very little about that evening except that while we (my father was my best man) were standing in the anteroom waiting for the ceremony to begin, my father and the minister discussed real estate in
This morning Marlene and I had to run an errand together. On our way, she squeezed my hand and said, "Happy Anniversary." Seeing her smile still does something to me on the inside. Turns out I was a winner 31 years ago and I'm still a winner today.
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