On August 6, 1983, Susie and I were married at the home of Bob and Margie Berry in Roanoke, Virginia. The wedding was short but very sweet and Susie looked incredibly beautiful -- pretty much how she still looks today in fact but without the dramatically white dress.Twenty-five years later that day found us at about 9,000 feet in Central Colorado, relaxing amidst the quiet of Mt. Sopris. The weather alternated between one thing and another. Anyway, we had little inclination to do much of anything except hang out with Stan and Margie.
We did go in to Aspen, or nearly so, to drop our rental car off -- a Saturn "Aura" whose brakes kept us on our our toes -- literally -- coming over Vail Pass the day before. The four of us then swung away from the uncertainties of AspenWorld and headed back north to Carbondale for the local Farmer's Market. It was our anniversary and we were fixing dinner that night: grilled pork tenderloin, green beans and mashed potatoes with a red pepper sauce folded in.
What a way to spend an anniversary, any anniversary, or any day for that matter. But that day was pretty special for the two of us and so were these days:
Wish you had been there -- in Colorado and in Virginia.
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