Forty-two years ago this afternoon, Jilda and I got married on the front porch of the preacher's house in Brewton, Alabama.
Like most everybody who sticks it out, there were some hard times. During those first few years, I'm not sure our parents on either side thought we would stay together. But on the road of life, we managed to keep it between the RC signs.
Looking back, it's not worth wasting energy trying to remember the bad times. All I can say at this juncture, is that I'm glad we found a way.