Musings From the Sage
On a hot August Sunday afternoon almost five decades ago I walked to the altar to say, “I do” to a lovely young blond. I was a skinny nineteen-year-old kid and my bride, a cute little Colorado girl, named Amy Kay, was eighteen. Now, I know that most of you hot dogs out there think […]
It was a hot August Sunday afternoon in 1963 when my teenage bride-to-be and her father walked down the aisle at First Christian Church in Longmont, Colorado. Before “God and these witnesses” we pledged to “love, honor and obey” until “death do us part.” It seems to have stuck. Against all odds, we have kept […]
