With all the anniversaries I’ve been mentioning, I figured today’s warranted a mention. It was fifteen years ago today that I finagled a trip up to visit my future bride, Kelly, in Boston where she lived. It was our first date and took place only weeks after we’d met at our high school reunion.
At the time I swore up and down that I originally booked the trip to visit my friend, Gordon, who lived in Beacon Hill. Funny how I never got around to seeing him. It was only years later that Kelly actually began believing me when I said he existed!