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62. I met him on St. Patrick's Day in 1978

We were together ever since that day.

We were married some 7 years later in Carson City, Nevada at one of those silly chapels for $45.00.

After that we went to Harrah's and quickly downed several stiff screwdrivers.

There was one of those beds at the motel we were staying at. You put a quarter in it and the whole bed began to vibrate.

I recall saying, "How in the hell does one sleep in one of these?".

So that was our wedding night.

There was a Grateful Dead concert at Boreal Ridge Ski Resort on Aug. 24, 1985. We went to that show and he was as proud as a peacock having me at his side. We had just gotten married and he told a man that walked by that was eyeing my tits (ha!) how happy we were.

The man said to him, "You lucky bastard!".

It was not one of the Grateful Dead's best shows, but here it is from archive.org:

https://archive.org/details/gd1985-08-24.nak100.holtz.jaz.99010.flac16

My late husband was 20 years older than I am and no one thought it would work.

He had many tales to tell from Ireland, including the citing/sound and wail of the banshee when their neighbor, the late Mrs. O'Sulllivan died at the age of 114 years as her procession passed by. He ran to catch the banshee but failed. He spoke of this incident for the rest of his life so I guess it made an impression on him. He was a boy of 12 years old at that time that had to drop out of school to work the farm as his father died when he was only a year old leaving behind a widow with eight children to care for and twins on the way.

Thanks again friends! Thank you!