She married me. That's the kindest thing anyone ever did for me. I was 22, hanging around with other young guys at the apartment she shared with several other young teachers. One evening, we fell into a conversation. She eased us into deep waters. We found ourselves on "What's the meaning of life?" as dawn was breaking outside. We stumbled off to our jobs, resumed the conversation the next night...and the next...and the next. On the eighth night, I said, "You know we're going to get married, don't you?" She replied, "Of course." It'll be sixty-three years come February.

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