Today is the 17th anniversary of Margaret's and my first date. In 1991, the brutal winter gave a reprieve on February 5 and the snow all started melting. We had a barbecue and went for a long walk in the water and ice, holding hands lest we slip, smoked some Black Cats, and ended up at my place looking at photo albums most of the night. If there is more to the story, I'm not telling it here.
We barbecued tonight, and we all looked at a photo album from three years ago. A nice evening but we don't have the ability to go through the night like we once did.
I'm frustrated with Youtube as I continue to wait for my new video to appear, but am finding out that the problem uploading is not a new one. It is discussed in one blog I ran accross.