‘83 was quite the year.

Regan was in charge, gas was $1.20 and Michael Jackson was on the FM with Thriller. And not to be outdone, Alice FINALLY (after a year and a half) said yes and we were married.

It was one hell of a blow out. In Vickie and Al’s backyard, surrounded by friends and a rowdy Old English Sheepdog! It was epic! If I remember, we were the last to leave. Youth does have its advantages 😉

Through the good times and the tough, we stood together, leaning on the strength of each other.

Some thought it would never last, I guess we’ll have the last laugh!

Happy Anniversary to us and to the love of my life, my only regret is we didn’t marry sooner ❤️