18th Anniversary

Our 18th anniversary flowed happily like the previous 17.  We remembered anniversaries past, snuggled up to our pride in our wedding vows, and acknowledged our dedication to love each other fully every single day. As an homage to those younger people we once were, here are the vows we wrote 16 years ago.  These are the promises that we made each other in the presence of friends and family, wedding us more strongly than a fee paid to a clerk ever could. We hereby declare the promises we have made one another.  We invite you all to witness and take part in this celebration of our love. We promise to work at loving each other. We promise to take care of each other when we need it, to leave each other alone when we need it, and to ask when we do not know which is needed. We promise to communicate our needs to the best of our abilities. We promise to remember that we are individuals. We promise to weigh each other’s wishes before making decisions concerning each other. We promise to try to know each other to the fullest extent possible in each phase of growth and change. We promise to keep these promises fresh and relevant and to keep our love young and new. And here we are on that day in 1998, at Doe Bay on Orcas Island in the San Juans.  This is a phone pic of a laminated printout of a scanned film photograph.  Quality is low, but I’m glad to have it anyway.

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Off the Hook

Holy Crap!!! It’s been two months since you’ve heard from us! Weeeeeeell where do I begin? Dena went on her tour of the West Coast of the US/Canada and I stayed on the boat at anchor up inside the Mystic River behind the Schrafts Center in Charlestown, Ma… That’s about as brief as it gets on those subjects. Go to Dena’s site to read about her adventures as a rock-star erotica novelist but the whole time she was gone I was stuck punching the clock at my wage-slave gig so I was uninspired to say the least. The day before she arrived back in Boston I got the boot from the local water police and after almost three months of free living bouncing from anchorage to anchorage in and around the Boston area we had to give in and go back to the marina life. Dena got home and that night after our obligatory celebratory meal we weighed anchor, went around the Charlestown peninsula and settled in to our new digs at the over-priced Constitution Marina. It was a beautiful night and the water was glass becalmed, just incredible! The next day we cleaned off the anchor, chain and rode which was no small feet being as though it had been buried in the Mystic dregs for weeks and had taken on a slimy funk that is impossible to describe with our feeble language, it was just nasty! We also cleaned and stowed the dink, T/T Tinker, a bittersweet ordeal being as though she has been our trusty commuter vessel since we left NYC and never once has let us down. Putting that little boat to bed for the winter is always kind of sad. Then we started on the toe-rails… Dena spent all day on her second day back[…]

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