The 22nd On The 22nd

It was twenty two years ago today that we stood on the corner of Morgan and Twiggs just outside of the GTE building at the start of our lunch break. We had a large breakfast at the "Bug and Germ" food emporium across the street that morning, and neither of us were all that hungry. "So, what do you want to do," I asked? She shrugged her shoulders, and we just stood there. "We could get something to eat, or we could walk over to the courthouse, and get a marriage license," I suggested. "I'm really not hungry," she offered.

Rather than eating lunch we got our marriage license during our thirty minute break. That afternoon after work we went to a neighborhood pawn shop and got a couple of gold bands. I went to the ABC on Gandy and picked up a bottle of scotch while my bride-to-be contacted our sister and daughter who volunteered to be witnesses. We had already asked a coworker who is a notary to perform the rituals. After a couple of shots of scotch to steel our nerves, we did the deed - twenty two heavenly years ago.

Tom, Seestor, me, my trophy bride, and our daughter

Happy anniversary to you Baby