7,302 Days

good one

I’ve been married for twenty years and two days. That’s 7,302 days. Yeah, I know your mooma and poopa just had their diamond anniversary in Maui, but this in my blog. Keep your wrinkled relatives out of it.

Here’s a little perspective: I was already married for a couple years when I signed up for a VHS Columbia House membership and quickly got my free copies of Face/Off, ConAir and The Rock, back when I couldn’t wait for the next Wesley Snipes movie to come out. We had a Mac Classic II, NetZero dial-up, no cell phone, a TV with three clear channels, wicker furniture and a cool bread machine.

I was 21 in 1995. Laurie was 18. She was my first legitimate girlfriend. First kiss. First everything. Continue reading

February 20th, 1995

City Lights

Today marks the 20th anniversary of the most important day of my life. I realize that I wouldn’t even have a life without August 8th, 1974, and I don’t want to minimize the importance of my spiritual rebirth in 1985, or my marriage in 1995, or when my children were born, or when the Giants won the World Series in 2010 after 56 years of— (yeah, I heard the record scratch too).

The story starts in 1992, during my senior year of high school. Continue reading