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Twenty-five years ago today, my best friend and I decided neither of us were going anywhere, so we tied the proverbial knot. The wedding was quite the gossip-fodder at the time, since Kari wore a red velvet hoop skirt and

had a bridesman, her cousin (coincidentally, also named Jason A., with a dad named Frank like mine. Things get confusing), and I had a groomswoman. No idea where the old-fashioned analog pics are, still in a box somewhere, but I’ll post ’em someday.

We didn’t want a traditional wedding, so we had it outdoors in a field. Friends and family collected wildflowers. We had a friend ordained and wrote our own vows. The whole theme was “Today I marry my friend,” and through all the ups and downs over the years, Kari is still by far my best friend. The best traveling companion I could ask for. The one I can go to with all my worries and woes, all my weird schemes and plans, and all the cool things I can’t wait to show someone.

I hope all of you either have or will find someone who completes you, fills in all your nooks and crannies, as well as my beautiful bride does for me.

Love you, Kari. Here’s looking forward to the next twenty-five years of new things and old things.

So today I’m at the grocery store and realize that Quisp has made a comeback. Interesting. I mean, I used to love this stuff, which is basically flat sugary disks that taste like Cap’n Crunch. Still, it took me back to my great-granny’s house. There was always a box in her kitchen, which you had to get to through a dark room in which a life-size little girl doll sat in a rocking chair in the corner. Staring at you the whole time.

This has an effect on a four year old.

While memories of goosebumps past roll through my mind, I snap a quick picture of the box with my phone. A phone not hard-wired to the wall, beside a little table with a dedicated gossip stool. A phone which is also a camera. And a few other things.

Yes, I’ve become one of those people who realize just how much things have changed in my lifetime. One of those people who wonder what the four year olds of today will be nostalgic about in forty-four years and how they’ll document it.

No deep thoughts here, just observations of the worlds inside and outside my head.

Off to eat homemade lasagna. FAR better than Quisp