It was a Saturday. I know that. I know the year - 1984. I know the date - June 30. I was just out of college, barely employed. What money was saved was done by my girlfriend. What furniture we had she bought. I saved my first paychecks for the honeymoon. In just hours we would be married.
We got married, had a small reception and headed off on our life together. It has been 38 years. A lot of better, a fair share of worse. But the worse was always outside forces — losing jobs, bad financial decisions.
I’m lucky, I married my best friend. Thirty-eight more years with this girl wouldn’t upset me.