In the middle of the chaos of moving out of Champaign and Wilmette, a long road trip to watch the oranges freeze in Florida, a friend hosting a 1984 Party that night and me finishing a job at the Northwestern University Library the next day on Friday the 13th -- we headed out to have a Cook County IL judge marry us. Then we moved to the U.P. so Mrs. Dr. Phil could start out as a newly minted librarian at Michigan Tech.
Yup, we moved to the Copper Country in the middle of January.
And were married by a judge on his lunch hour who never saw us.***
29 Years 364 Days
Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Phil at Pereddies, celebrating Thirty Years. (Click on photo for larger.)
©2014 Dr. Philip Edward Kaldon (All Rights Reserved)
It was a lovely dinner. The server did a nice job with the D100 and its built-in-flash above. Shared potato stuffed perogies with grilled onions and sour cream -- and I asked for an extra Gorgonzola stuffed olive in Mrs. Dr. Phil's dirty vodka martini so I could have one. (sly-grin) I had the Caesar salad with anchovies and my usual lasagna and meatballs, Mrs. Dr. Phil had the fresh mozzarella salad and the three cheese ravioli special. And of course the most excellent Pereddies' rolls, so good we've been to at least two other fine restaurants in Holland that serve them, as well.
Asked if they had the key lime pie. Our server hadn't seen it on the dessert tray, but she said she'd check with the kitchen. They did. I said we'd have to get two, because I wasn't sharing.
They make a real great key lime pie.
Thanks, Momcat and Joe!
A Long Run
Thirty years of marriage -- seven-and-a-half in the U.P. and the rest down here in West Michigan. Last year was rough, with nearly half the year spent in hospital -- together and apart -- putting it that way makes it seem so much longer than it was. Funny. But with me back in the classroom, following a very pleasant three weeks or so, plus two extra days, over the holidays, we are off to a great new year.
Of course this 30th is so much fun, we'll have to do it again, come October. (grin) When we'll celebrate our 30th 2nd anniversary. (double-grin)
*** He was blind.