Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Celebration dinner with my wife, the woman in my

life. So, nice dinner, and she asked me, which were my favorite of the forty years. Put a man on the spot, so like a woman. It wasn't the time she hadn't kissed me good-bye as I went to work to make Iraq rethink its border disputes. That was not the way I wanted to spend that time. But the rest of them, they were all different and good - hard to remember a bad one. So many, how do they go so fast? I slept through them? Nah, I was there.

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