
. . . and me.
My we look happy in this picture. I believe we were intoxicated. Why yes, of course, we were drunk on love!
Still, we make a lovely couple.
Marsha, you will always be my sweet baboo.
Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition. Isaac Azimov
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