Tuesday, January 2, 2018
Paco and Paco: celebrating four decades of wedded bliss
Today is our 40th wedding anniversary, and we're doing what many people our age do to mark the day: we're cleaning out closets in anticipation of moving to our retirement home. Almost as torrid as a Harlequin romance, I know, but absolutely true.
The photo features the newly minted Mrs. Paco and me, flanked by her parents, at the reception held in my mother's house. Later on, we piled into a 1964 Chevy Biscayne and began the long trek into the Blue Ridge mountains for our honeymoon - and came damn near freezing because the guys who changed the oil in our car did fine on draining the old oil but forgot to put in new oil. Late at night, in the middle of nowhere, the engine began suffering extreme fatigue and we were chugging up a mountain at a maximum speed of 5 miles an hour. If we had broken down I'm afraid we'd have succumbed to the icy temperatures; however, I finally spotted a little convenience store and was able to purchase several cans of Pennzoil, which saved what was left of the day. Then we got to the resort where we had rented a cabin and found out that we couldn't check in until the next day.
An inauspicious start, fraught with setbacks. But we stuck it out, and here we are, 40 years later, still spliced. Ain't love grand?