Terry and I met on December 4, 1973. We got married February 1, 1975. We’ve lived in this house since 1980.
Today, the last day of 2013, while chatting over our Chinese lunch at a restaurant where we’ve eaten many times, I learn that there are two fishing poles in our hall closet that have been there as long as we’ve lived in the house and actually followed us from our previous two abodes.
In all these years Terry has never gone fishing or even mentioned fishing. Nor have I ever seen these fishing rods. Life is never boring around here.