Happy crashiversary

Thirty-four years ago today, in a traffic accident, I met the woman who'd become my wife. (No tickets issued, no one hurt! Not important who hit whom! Really, it isn't! Why does everyone ask that question? It's not important!) Twenty years after that accidental incident, we gathered the family to take photos at the scene, 75th Street and Clyde Drive in Naperville. Fourteen years after the photos -- despite my consistently poor wardrobe choices -- she's still with me. I'm so happy we hit it off.