It's Our 30th Anniversary (this time, really)

I know, I know, I told you this a year ago. Well, a week or so after our big 30th Anniversary Dinner last January, Vicki got out her calculator and realized that we had done the math wrong. She also confirmed that she and I are just not numbers people. Still, 29 was pretty good, right? We get to keep the presents? Well, now it's official: I moved into Vicki's little house in Spokane 30 years ago on New Year's Day, 1981. There's a photo of us the previous summer. Vicki really hasn't changed except that she lost that cute cap.