If we hadn't gotten divorced back in 1987 (or was it 1988?), today would have been my ex-wife Lisa and my 34th wedding anniversary. Not only a long time to be married, but also a long time to be divorced. We got married at a church in Golden, Colorado by both a protestant minister and a catholic priest (Father Bob, who was quite the character, I might add). The church was where Lisa was the choir director, and the priest was a family friend. We thought we had all the bases covered, but evidently not. In any case, the above photograph was taken courtesy of a tripod up in Golden Gate Canyon State Park, just to the west of Golden, where we had gone to write our wedding vows. I had never been there before, and for no particular reason, I have never been there since. Just call me a sentimental fool. Or even a fool, if you wish.
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