A bit of nostalgia. Reminiscing on happy times. I’ve been pretty fortunate. I think there’ve been more smiles than frowns.  
Even when the ground has been covered with nasty white snowy stuff, which is not my favorite thing anymore. But, you know, the fact is I don’t really like being in a bad mood. I very much prefer being happy, or at least content, and I suspect I’ve had more of that than the alternative.
So going through some old negatives this past week or so I found a couple of images I’d forgotten about, but which, once seen, brought back the whole day on which they were taken. Good days.
This one, for instance, was ostensibly for possible author photo use. Never used any of them for that, but Donna and I had fun taking them.
And then there’s this one, which is of us
. A studio portrait, done at Shaw Camera in about 1986 or so. Me and my sweetie.
Which she still is. Soon—this weekend, in fact—it will be 35 years since our fist date.
35 Years.
For a guy who once thought he’d spend his life as a bachelor due to an inability to have a relationship, this comes as no small surprise. But you should never second-guess yourself. Or third-guess. Whatever.
35 years ago I took Donna out on our first date. I took her to see 2001: A Space Odyssey, which was playing at a theater that no longer exists. Afterward we went to a nearby Chinese restaurant which also no longer exists. In fact, pretty much the only thing that still exists, albeit in much altered form, from when we met is the McDonald’s where we met, on Kingshighway.
Look at that picture. Am I not fortunate? I’m still amazed by her. She has made my life worth having.
Damn. 35 years….
