This month we recognize that it has been exactly 40 years since our first date. We met through a mutual friend (my roommate's ex-roomate). We hung out around Greensboro and did a whole lot of nothing, including standing behind the colliseum to see Ric Ocasek and the Cars exiting after their concert. We went back to Mike's place and his dad cooked us scrambled eggs and took our picture. Mike's dad was a photographer for the Greensboro paper at that time and kept odd hours, so he was awake at 2am. Those days are long gone, no more Ric, no more Mike's dad, no more Greensboro paper, no more hair (on Mike's head), no more slim, youthful bodies. But, HEY!, we're still here, still kicking.
