Mary with her father, Bee, and Christopher, 1971.
Years have passed but I think about Mary every day. I hear her voice and I’m still arguing with her, in my mind and in my actions. Everything I’ve done, everywhere I’ve been, every critical choice I have made in life has been a repudiation of her choices. But without her, what am I? The depth of her addiction is reflected in the severity of my decisions, and how far I moved away from our home.
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We’ve been married twenty years!
The party featured hundreds of people from every aspect of our lives, dancing until dawn. We were surprised and amazed at the turnout, and the outpouring of good wishes.
It is an honor and a privilege to know you all.
Some of the notes from the guest book.
Medal celebrating twenty years of union (from Leslie Riibe).
Leslie sent this memory from the archives – a letter from Karen about the elopement.
Preparing for the party.
Twentieth wedding anniversary!
Yours truly.
January 7, 1974.
