Thirty years ago tomorrow I got married. I was 24, she was 19. It was 115 degrees outside and my best man was sick with a fever of 104. We were in three-piece suits.
The following day, Tuesday, will mark 33 years that I've been employed by the Salt River Project.
I've lived in Phoenix for 54 years and 95 days. If the sun comes up tomorrow, I will be grateful to have another day to try and do the best I can to love other people and think less about myself.
It's good to enjoy whatever my hands find to do while I am still able to do things. Who knows what things may be in store for me or for others? We just don't know the future...
