The Kiss: In Thirty-Two Years, Nothing Has Changed
It seems I'm going to be at sea for our anniversary this year. Sailing from Guam to the Philippines with five other guys and missing sharing the memories of this day with her, my wife. T'is a pity, of course, but life must be lived as it comes at you and this is how it's coming.
A long time ago we, she and I, agreed that we would never stop each other from doing what ever it was we really wanted to do. So away I go, flying to the other half of the world to push my novel, teach kids, and sail 1,300 miles of open ocean while she stays behind to mind the store and the Federal Education Association, both of which need minding.
As the departure approaches, the reality of a long separation settles in. Moods change, swing about, flutter, luff up like a sailboat in irons. Where to go, what to do, how to think? Never mind. We'll manage, somehow, without each other for a while.
We were too damned cute.