Once upon time there was a girl--who loved to read books--and a boy--who loved to play guitar.
They were both young and stupid and lived in So-So Cal.
They got together.
He played guitar. She read books.
They broke up.
He got a job. She dropped out of college.
They got together.
He played some more guitar and worked. She got a full-time job and read books.
They broke up.
He moved away to the land of 10 gallon hats. She kept working and moving from apartment to apartment to apartment. Her friends never wrote her address in their address books in ink.
They started talking about getting back together with the added idea of getting married.
He brought her a pretty sapphire ring. She moved to the land of 10 gallon hats.
They decided to get married by a local justice of the peace instead of having a wedding back in So-So Cal. There was no money and neither of them was interested in getting up in front of a bunch of people to say their vows.
They went back to So-So Cal for a wedding reception in her aunt’s backyard. Her mom’s friend made the cake. Her uncle’s Vo Tech high school class printed the invitations. Her family made the food.
While he moved up the professional electronics sales ladder, she completed her literary studies degree.
They got a dog who would give the cinematic dog, Marley, a run for his money. His name was Bob.
They moved back to So-So Cal.
They had a baby. She stayed at home. He traveled.
A bunch of other stuff happened. Some good. Some bad. Some happy. Some sad.
She worked at the church. He played guitar for the church.
Eight years later they had another baby.
More stuff happened. Some good. Some bad. Some happy. Some sad.
He is still working in the professional electronics industry and playing guitar. She went back to school to learn how to teach people to read.
What’s next? Who knows, but I bet there’ll be some guitar playing and reading going on.
