Those Were the Days

I can't believe we have been married 16 years. It seems like they have flown by. What fun we have when we are lucky enough to be together.

Frank and I met in Bloomington, Indiana in the basement of the campus library building. We were introduced by Tony Stamtopolis who had learned that Frank was taking five (count'em, 5!!) graduate classes during an eight-week summer session. For the uninitiated, that is like taking ten graduate classes (or 30 graduate units) during the regular semester. Everyone thought he would burnout completely from the stress. Since I was taking three classes (like 18 graduate units) and thought that was a lot, I was also interested in watching what happened when he finally lost his cool and succumbed to the pressure. He never did loose it! Infact, he had time after studying nearly everyday to meet at Penguins, an ice cream shack, and talk. We talked about kids, family, politics, religion, teachers. It was invigorating to find someone close to my age withwhom I could talk about these things with.

Then it was time to go home.