Same sexy marriage!

Yep, thirty two years the beloved spouse and I have been together. I was a June bride - hahahahaha! Quite hilariously ironic, considering me. We'd been living together for about a year - radical behavior for 1973-74 - and decided to go for it. Rode our bikes 25 miles, drafting a combine, dragging along a friend to be our best man, to get hitched by the mayor of Findlay, Ohio, the only Democrat in the county. Fine fellow. He refused to take any money from us, so we bought him a hamburger and a coke in a bottle from a machine at a little greasy spoon across the street from the county courthouse. Rode back to Bowling Green, with a stop for a beer at a co-worker's house along the way, and I had to go back to work that evening at the Holiday Inn, in the kitchen. We celebrated later, with our friend/best man, who brought us a little "wedding" cake from Piatt's Bakery, which used to exist in our home town of Perrysburg. The head cook at the restaurant had given me a big steak to barbeque, so we had a deluxe evening.
Tonight we had a steak I got at a new farmers' market in our neighborhood, sold by a little stand representing an organic farm which produces amazing cheese and beef and pork. We went out for a walk and observed the weather changing, and at one point, heard flamenco music pouring out of an upstairs room at a community center. We rushed up to try to hear more, but they took a break just as we got to the door. Exotic looking women came out into the hallway, and one of them gave us a little flyer about their upcoming performance. There were several musicians, including a couple of drummers working away on what looked like big square wooden boxes, but sounded like muted congas. Intriguing.
Here's to my wonderful spouse. Again, te amo, Felipe!