Thirty seven years ago we were engaged on Catalina Island. On a return trip to California we rented a car and wound our way to Reno via Death Valley (where we took this picture.)
Thirty six years ago to this day we were married. We spent our honeymoon night at the Hilton in Lake Geneva. Shortly afterwards we jettisoned to Paris, Lausanne, Geneva, Lucerne, Zurich, Waltzenhausen, Salzburg, Munich, Weisbaden, Frankfurt, Cologne, Hanover, Luther Wittenburg, Gartz, and East Berlin.
We returned from that voyage to settle in Huntley, where we began a different journey, starting a beautiful family. We walked to church with the kids. We walked to the Dairy Mart for ice cream. We watched the kids play in the park behind us.
And there were dogs. Tank. Gertrude. Abbey. Flynn. Fergus. (notice I am not mentioning that darn cat that bit me.)
We traveled to Wyoming, Montana, Colorado, Arizona, California, Nevada, Maine, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island. We swam in the Atlantic from the beaches on Martha’s Vineyard, but our favorite pastime was watching the waves hit the shore on Lake Superior.
Would I do it all again? You betcha. I love you, Susann. Let’s do 36 more.
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