[Update: Added another photo below, courtesy of high school and beyond friend, Nancy Olson. Also corrected anniversary date mistake. Oops.]
Thirty one years ago today tomorrow, Barb stood in front of a hard-of-hearing minister who spent three-fourths of his time marrying her to a guy named Gary. After objections from the crowd in attendance, the minister spent the rest of the time marrying Barb to a guy named Glenn. Which leads to a few questions:
Where has Gary been for the last 31 years?
Have Barb and Glenn been living in sin for 23 of 31 years?
And here's the biggest mystery question:
How has Barb put up with Glenn for so long? That alone is a miracle.
You are amazing. Every day.
-g
P.S. Glad your eyebrows grew back.
Update: Below is a scanned photograph of The Western gang posing in front of the apartment where Barb and I met, courtesy of Nancy Olson. (Note the image size. It was obviously taken a few decades ago.) How she found this image so quickly is a mystery, but thank you!
Nancy is one of the two reasons that I met Barb. Nancy was rooming with Sharon (the blonde in the center, unfortunately Nancy is taking the picture). Sharon was taking a class with Barb. Barb's studio apartment didn't have a kitchen, so she went to Sharon's to make a meal. I went to say "Hi" to Nancy, Barb and my paths crossed, and here we are 34 years later. Getting old friends back together, again..... virtually.
BTW, it was love a first sight for me. Yep, it does happen. I can attest to that. However, Barb took her sweet time, dating a horde of guys before deciding I might be the guy for her. But Barb didn't become convinced until AFTER I had given up on her, and had left for Alaska with my cousin, Marilyn, and her husband, Tom, to lick my wounds for a while. (Note: Tom was my good friend in college and I was the reason he met my cousin, so there is symmetry in this world if you look for it.)
