The Truth .. The Whole Truth ..and Nothing But

I married and moved to Indiana in ‘93.  I did it for really two reasons, one I always tell others they should never do:  running away from what I saw as a failed career.  My boss was a great micro-manager.  Since I wore four hats, I was happy to distance myself from someone who seemed to have little interest in my ideas or helping me get ahead.  I really needed Banyan network training.  I’m sure this would have led to more but I needed to get started.  There was other training I needed (and wanted) as well as I was the IT trainer, Word Processing supervisor (13 employees), in charge of the AT&T phone system (1 employee) and in charge of the network (which changed depending on who you talked to).  I yearned for a way to get away from a boss who seemed to have little interest in my future but was good at schmoozing others to enhance her own.

Getting married and becoming part of a big, loving family was the second.  I was marrying an old friend (met in about ‘73 in Tucson), I was encouraged to do so by a mutual friend (who I knew before that), and I could essentially start a new life!  I wasn’t too enamored about moving back into the cold.  I liked the idea that she was looking forward to being empty nesters soon (1 year for oldest and 6 for youngest).  We corresponded for about a year and then I decided to take a vacation (3 weeks) and come here and check out the situation.  I think I was a hit and made everyone smile.

When I first got there and we kissed at the airport for the first time, it seemed that everything disappeared and we were the only ones around.  She said she felt that way too.  I was here over a week before we decided to see if we were physically compatible.  It sure seemed that we were.  A few days passed and I decided to ask her if she wanted to get married.  Quick I know but we weren’t teenagers and I genuinely believed she felt as I do.

A few weeks later, when I could arrange it, I got her an airline ticket and she flew out to CA.  We drove to Lake Tahoe, bought the marriage license in Reno, and got married at one of those chapels that give you a tape of the ceremony.  It was misplaced during the last move here in ‘05.  We went back to my mother’s house the next day for a small reception where my sister, niece, some friends from work and Lillian attended.  We drove East later that day and the rest is history, which I’ll try to include the high and low lights.