Alexandria
Thirty-four years ago today Kent and I drove to the courthouse in Alexandria, got our marriage license, picked the closest JP from a list, and went to find Nicholas Colsanto to marry us. He had no secretary and typed in his part of the license on an ancient manual Underwood. He was also ancient. He told Kent, "Always come home." Then told me, "Never say no." Then he did the deed. We saw his obituary in the Post a couple of weeks later. He was 92. Did a good job though. I think 34 years counts as a success.