The latter explanation works on so many levels with the Silders and not all have to do with farts and weapons.
In celebration of their reception, I will see if I can make today a perfect drinking day. Hard to believe I had one with an open bar and twice in a year (1993, the other was that Fourth of July at their local bar).
Let’s see. What else? Beyond my parents, they are the longest lasting marriage I know of in my orbit. That’s something since divorce is common, it has slowed since the surge of them in the Seventies yet I’ve seen it go down in over a third of the couples I know. These two? Well, I’m impressed because they’ve really been married for 29 years given how much they bickered, kvetched and inflicted some with temporary type two diabetes. To be fair to them, we “diabetics” retaliated with cockblocking. I would say it was a tie between Hoser and me. I shared a room with Paul, it mostly couldn’t be helped, I needed somewhere to sleep, preferably what I was going into debt to rent; Hoser via the going to dinner ritual. My point? Oh, often college sweethearts bite the dust as people get older and then comes the time they’ve run out of things to say. Good job Silders!
On to 23!