So...35 years ago on Aug. 20, 1983, Mr. Admiral and I got married in 107 degree weather in a chapel that had its air conditioning go kaput. We were married by a pro wrestler... who laughed and said "That's wuvwy" when Mr. A took me as his "wawfully wedded wife" and then forgot to sign the marriage certificate. It is still the only wedding Billy Conn has ever performed. The photographer (um, my dad) took loads of pictures but he forgot to take a picture of the Bride and Groom. The topper for our cake could have doubled as helicoptor rotor blades. Our honeymoon was truly the honeymoon from hell, involving a car breakdown in E. Columbia SC, motorcycle gangs, an abandoned sea town, wild dogs and what was left of the beach was infested with giant centipedes. And then, to really tempt fate, we renovated a house together in that first year. I guess if you can survive all that you can survive most anything. Woo!