October 28, 1978

, was a Saturday. Barb and I got married in her parents' living room just before kick-off of the Missouri Tiger game. There was probably less than a dozen of us in the room since we limited the attendees to immediate family only. Reverend Paul Harlan rode his bike in honor of the beautiful fall day. The ceremony couldn't have taken more than 15 minutes. The "reception" was held on the Miltenberger patio and featured Igloo coolers full of beer. Late in the afternoon, everyone when home to get into Halloween costumes for the big party. I persuaded Barb that sending out engraved invitations was a cheesy plea for a gift. Our Halloween Party invitation did double duty. It was a great wedding...a great party...and every day of the past 25 years with Barb has been great.