Yesterday was our 34th anniversary.

We went to our favorite Italian restaurant for pizza, and reminisced.

I worked right up to the day before we got married.

There was an onerous tradition where I worked, that I tried to escape, but couldn't. I was in the men's room, at the urinal, and I heard them coming, laughing.

Three co-workers (one of them was huge...about 6 foot 7) entered the men's room, tackled me, and held me down. They attached a shackle to my leg, which was attached to a heavy chain, which was attached to a bowling ball. It was something that no man who was getting married ever escaped where I worked. It was funny, but then again not so funny, because I had to walk around the rest of the day carrying this stupid bowling ball attached to a chain, with a shackle on my ankle.

We had a small wedding, maybe 30 people...but it was very high end and classy. We recalled yesterday how most of the people who were at our wedding have now passed on.

For our honeymoon, we went to Florida...Marco Island, St. Pete, Tampa, and some attractions in Orlando. We ate some great food down there, but we also laughed yesterday because we remembered going to the 7-11 across the street from our fancy hotel, buying some baloney, mustard and white bread, and eating baloney sandwiches on the balcony of our suite while watching people play tennis several floors below us.

We both got sunburned, fried to a freaking crisp. We would spread Noxema on each other to soothe the burn. I called it the "boo boo cream", and made up an elaborate song in tribute to the boo boo cream, which I entertained her with by singing it the entire honeymoon, and sometimes I even sing it today for a laugh.

There was a cabana on the beach on Marco Island. We sat there one night and got happily drunk. When we got back to the room, the phone rang. My friends knew where we were staying. It was my friend's wife calling. They were all sitting around drinking beer, so they decided to call us to bust balls. I made up an elaborate story about how I couldn't find my wife...how we were on the beach at night, and I lost her, and how the police are looking for her...I don't know what to do, etc. My friends wife believed the story, and got upset. I told her it was just a joke, and that's what they get for interrupting my honeymoon.

We met in '88, married in '92. We recalled yesterday how this time of year, we would be getting ready to go on the Grateful dead spring tour...Louisville KY, Foxboro MA, Pittsburgh PA, Albany NY, Buffalo NY, Philadelphia PA, Hampton VA...all over the east coast.

And it seems like yesterday, as we sit here wondering where the hell the time went.