This past weekend Kathy and I celebrated our 35th anniversary with a great dinner at Momocho, where we learned halfway through the excellent meal that our very gracious and affable waiter was owner/chef Eric Williams. This was our first visit to Momocho, but we promised Eric that we wouldn't wait until #36 to return.
Last year at this time I posted exactly the same photo you see here, but we look so damned cute and so disgustingly young that I figure it's worth a reprise. That's a guitar case on the floor. Nearly forty years later I still have that guitar, plus two amazing daughters, two equally amazing granddaughters, and, knock wood, a damned good life. I owe pretty much all of that to my Chippewa goddess. Thanks, Kathy.