Country Music Anniversary

                                                     * 22 years ago, June 9, 1990*

 They don't allow 15 year olds to marry anymore . . .  naw; we were 20 and 22!  But we forgot to have someone take our photograph last evening, all gussied up for a nice dinner (Old age I guess.). 

The first time I heard the following song, probably introduced to me by one of the big boys, I thought, Well that perfectly sums up my New England upbringing and falling for a Confederate boy on a motorcycle.

                       The official video is too naughty for us, so here's just the music. 




Over the years we've cobbled together a nice mix of proper New England and easy-going country; something like this: 

When the babies and tears started coming and the money and fears started leaving, we happily settled into a real, good life; something like this:

And now, we're trying not to blink too much; something like this:

Ken's summation; something like this:

So for all those who never thought we'd make it, or at least never thought we'd amount to much, I say Ha Ha.   Because I'm classy like that.  Actually, how about,  I do desire we may be better strangers.  Because I love the proper Bard and his proper insults!

 I still think that I (and all the children) got the better deal and I'd choose my country boy all over again.  In fact, I really miss that motorcycle!  Happy 22nd Anniversary, Ken.