It Was 40 Years Ago Today....

Forty years ago today, I was in Silver Spring, MD, getting married. It's hard to believe it's been so long...but the proof is most evident in two wonderful, successful sons in their 30s. There have been rough spots--we have both had periods when we were out of work (never, thankfully, at the same time); we've had arguments, sometimes very loud ones; for the first half of the marriage, we lived in some not-so-great places (a dinky apartment in Amsterdam, NY, my mother's house, a cramped flat in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn and an even more cramped one in Staten Island). But for the last 20 years, we've owned our own home in the suburbs of Philadelphia. And we've had friends: Rich, who was my best man and remains an "uncle" to our boys; Cat, undoubtedly Jill's closest friend; the many people we've met through science-fiction fandom, church and theater. The past twelve months have been tough, of course, as they have been for everybody. We've lost family members in addition to the pandemic problems. But, paraphrasing a Sondheim song, "We're still here." Happy anniversary to Jill!