I was very nervous. I had been sick all night. I had tossed and turned in my waterbed and, at some point during the night, dropped my bottle of cold medicine, and it still lay shattered on the floor. I eventually called my brother, P.R., and he rushed me to the emergency room. There, the doctor laughed at me, said it was just nerves, gave me a vitamin B12 shot, and sent me on my way to get married, 42 years ago this morning. I got married later that day, and this morning, as I sit by the fire, my lover wife of 42 years sleeps behind me, and I reminisce about wanting to do it all over again. Happy Anniversary, baby, “You’re the greatest!”

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