First Marriage
11/1/64 to
9/30/65
Note the dates, above.
I'll save you the trouble of doing the math - it's 11
months to the day! (Hey, I didn't want to have to spring for an
anniversary present too!)
About a year after I got out
of the Navy, we got married. It was the day after Halloween ...Bad,
bad, bad, bad.
What was I thinking?
There are no surviving
pictures from this strange union. My mother cut "her"
out of all of them. I'm not kidding. My mother wasn't one to
waste even the wedding pictures from a, now defunct, marriage. For a while there were
these strange pictures floating around of me getting my bow tie adjusted by a
mysterious
pair of hands (which had somehow sneaked into what seemed to be an otherwise fine picture of
just me, in a tux.)
...and I don't think there are any other surviving pictures - it's
enough that I
survived. But, you went to the trouble of reading this, and you
are therefore entitled to see a nice picture, so I'll show you a
picture of a nice pleasant summer
day that I found somewhere....
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