24 June
Twenty-nine years ago today, on a day that looked very much like this one and when the nation was tight-gripped in the last global gas crisis, I married a man of extraordinary talents and extraordinary contradictions who wrote me sonnets and who never quite forgave me for not letting him wear white tails, white tie, and white top hat to the wedding.
-- He was a very bright, very well-educated college dropout.
-- He was a fierce tourney fighter with the soul of a poet, and he cried at movies and at Hallmark commercials.
-- His footwork was critical to his fighting, but he swore he couldn't dance.
-- He was interested in lots of times and lots of places, but he never wanted to go anywhere to see those places firsthand.
-- He was a loyal citizen of Red Sox Nation, but he would watch a Little League game if it was the best he could get to.
I miss you, honey.
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-- He was a very bright, very well-educated college dropout.
-- He was a fierce tourney fighter with the soul of a poet, and he cried at movies and at Hallmark commercials.
-- His footwork was critical to his fighting, but he swore he couldn't dance.
-- He was interested in lots of times and lots of places, but he never wanted to go anywhere to see those places firsthand.
-- He was a loyal citizen of Red Sox Nation, but he would watch a Little League game if it was the best he could get to.
I miss you, honey.
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