Love in the time of Swine Flu: An Anniversary

Here we are, last week, after twenty-eight years, toasting ourselves and our spectacular luck. In those years we raised two kids (successfully) and lived, taught, traveled, and sailed all around the world.

Let's see, we were in Iceland for two years, Germany for twelve, and Guam (where we lived on a 41-ft. sailboat) for eleven. We took some crazy risks (Running bulls in Pamplona? Running French drunks on the Champs Elysee in Paris on New Years Eve? Skiing the Matterhorn?) sailed in the Adriatic, the Greek Islands, the Chesapeake Bay, the Windward Islands in the Caribbean, and the western Pacific. We've gone walkabout in Australia and hiked in the mountains of Tasmania and the jungles of Bali. Wonderful. Once we went around the world by planes, trains, and automobiles including six days and nights on the Trans Siberian Railroad.

The next twenty-eight? Right now we're hunkered down happily on the Eastern Shore of Virginia and it fits nicely. But, we haven't been to Africa or South America yet--and what about India? I guess I'm bragging. I beg forgiveness--but it has been an awfully fine voyage so far.