Holy macaroni!

Good God, what a motley crew. No wonder I drank. I bet this photo wound up on bulletin boards in newspaper HR offices nationwide, bearing a red stamp reading “DO NOT HIRE.”

Herself and I celebrated 28 years of unholy matrimony this morning with the traditional “Happy Anniversary” dance in the kitchen.

And what a long, strange tripping of the light fantastic it’s been, too. When we got shackled up at Jekyll & Hyde State Park outside Fanta Se in 1990 Herself was managing the DeVargas Center location of B. Dalton Bookseller (anyone remember bookstores?) and I was an editor at The New Mexican (anyone remember newspapers?).

“Is there a bus ticket and some fake I.D. in here somewhere? Goddamnit!”

Just shy of three decades further on down the road, she is a skilled, respected information-services professional burrowed like a tick into the leathery hide of the Military-Industrial Complex, while I … I … ai yi yi. The less said about that, the better. For every up, there must be a down. That’s Scripture. Ballistics. The Scripture of Ballistics? One a them there.

Anyway, that we have nearly made it to the Big Three-Oh is not my fault. She had Lasik. She can work an Excel spreadsheet. She knows where the guns and the airport are.

But Herself is in the habit of collecting stray animals and is reluctant to concede defeat, even in the face of tattered furniture, soiled carpets, and a dwindling income stream that one might blame on an aged prostate if a work ethic had one.

Fortunately one of us remains viable. We started small, in that teensy rental roach motel on Romero Street, and now we have this fauxdobe hacienda with a great big yard. Sometimes she lets me off the leash to chase rabbits.

That’s what she’ll tell the cops and neighbors when they wonder why they haven’t seen me wobbling around on the bike lately, anyway.

“I took my eyes off him for one second and he was over the wall and gone! Beg pardon? What’s with the shovel and the mound? Oh, just turning over an old flower bed. Why do you ask? ’Scuse me, I have a flight to catch.”

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19 Responses to “Holy macaroni!”

  1. JD Dallager Says:

    Po’G and Herself: Many congrats to you both!! Quite the combo you are…..and much to the benefit of everyone you touch.

    Enjoy another great year together and please accept all our best wishes!! 🙂

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    That is great! Congratulations.

    As we are veterans of years of bliss, bliss being defined as the state of spiritual happiness usually reached after death, the distaff sides of our households say, “You’re as happy now as you will ever be be for eternity.” So, when the shovel hits us, we won’t care.

    BTW, in that second picture you look half human. That reminds me of a movie.

  3. Libby Says:

    Congratulations! You are doing something right; actually many things to achieve your blissful landmark!
    I see you never take it for granted. “Rear Window” scenarios involving a shovel and flower bed lurk near the foreground! One thing missing now, sadly, the little dog that sniffs around the flower bed in the movie (no spoiler for those that haven’t seen it). Of course, if you did adopt a dog there will be no prying eyes or telephoto lenses in a “Rear Window”. The walled garden at the Rancho is a touch of genius.

  4. khal spencer Says:

    I suppose one could say, to steal a phrase, “what a long, strange trip it has been”? Congratulations to the both of you for the triumph of hope over experience, so to speak.

    We clicked over 26 tandem laps around the sun this year, or 31 if you count previous time shacked up in sin. We decided to “legalize” the relationship when we bought a house back in Paradise, wanting to have the inheritance rights simplified just in case I got croaked by a motorist on my daily ride to and from the University.

    May you have many more years of wedded companionship.

    Hyde Park sounds like a great place for a wedding. We also tied our knot in a park: Ho’omaluhia State Park on the Windward side of Oahu, in March of ’92. Of course, what one could not realize when living on the dry side of the island was that in March, the biggest source of uninvited guests at the shindig were to be mosquitoes.

    DeVargas once again has a real, live bookstore. It is a little independent outfit with brick and mortar shops in Fanta Se and Fran Sancisco, called op. cit. http://www.opcit.com/ Nice place, and only two doors down from my favorite armory. So with the numerous bike shops in town, one advantage to moving to the City Indifferent is having all my playthings in one place.

    • khal spencer Says:

      p.s. Motley crew my left ankle. Great pictures!

    • Pat O'Brien Says:

      Sandy and I tied the knot in the Miller Peak Wilderness area in the Huachuca mountains. We had a judge friend that was also a backpacker, so 4 wheel drive to the boundary, and then hiked in 2 miles to a nice waterfall on a small stream. Buddy and I had hiked up the day before and stashed champagne and beer in mesh bags in the stream to keep cool for the post nuptial toast.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Interesting that at least three couples here chose to marry out of doors. More room to run if it came to that? Trying to beat feet down the aisle of a church is dodgy; some bloody do-gooder might trip or tackle you.

  5. Herb from Michigan Says:

    Hope to be able to meet Herself next month. How they put up with us I’ll never fathom. The sacrifices while we undertake yet another spurious job and acquire another bike indistinguishable to them from all the others.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      The patience, charity and generosity displayed by women of the female persuasion as regards their menfolk constitute one of the great mysteries, Herb.

      Herself will be traveling the week leading up to La Ruta, but will be back in-house by Saturday afternoon. And of course Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment) and his adjutant/aide-de-camp, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, will be in residence throughout.

  6. Not Jusak Says:

    Yippee. The Geek and I hd 27 yesterday.

  7. DownhillBill Says:

    Congrats! Nice to see that one of you has aged really well.

  8. larryatcycleitalia Says:

    We are in a small and fortunate club my friend. The one where the wife’s only questionable decision was to say “I do” at the right time. But you’re smart enough to know a good thing when it falls into your lap so you’ve kept it up for 3 decades – same as yours truly. As they say here in Italy (I’m in Piedmont now getting Piedmont Cycling Resort shaped up to receive its first guests on Wednesday) TANTI AUGURI!

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