Forty Eight

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The title being the number of years The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe have been hitched as of Monday, 12 January.

The opening photo is where we went to lunch after church on Sunday. Looks out over the ferry landing from my town to the nearest island. Aidan's Pub has long been a favorite of ours. We used to go a lot more regularly but a change of ownership scared us away for a few years.

Some locals were saying the new owners had "ruined the place" and, out of character for me, I listened. Until a friend of mine told me that the place was as good as ever. Sure, the menu had changed ...

"Uh, the menu has changed?"

"Yes, but some of the old favorites are still there ..."

"Meatloaf Mountain, Bangers and Mash, Fish and Chips?"

"Yes, yes, and yes."

So we went back and sure enough, the food was as good as ever, as was the atmosphere, and the service.

My only gripe is that their parking lot is tiny, a problem many New England establishments share, and my vehicle is large. But I'll get over it. (Especially as I have no worries of my car "disappearing" from there. Sigh ...)

For those who need to know, I had the Meatloaf Mountain. A big chunk of delicious meatloaf (wrapped in bacon), with mash, atop garlic bread, with Aidan's signature brown gravy. Delicioso!

I've written of Aidan's before, probably will again.

But for now, I'm off to enjoy the anniversary of marrying the most beautiful woman on the planet. And still being married to her!

Amazing what she'll put up with!

Ciao!

Oops ...

And dontcha know it was eleven years ago the 22nd of this month that this 'ere blog opened for business?

And that once again I missed the date, thinking that it was the 28th.

Why no, no it wasn't.

You'd think it would be something I'd remember ...

But no, no it isn't.

Thanks to all of you readers, commenters, lurkers, and hangars-on. Not to mention Tuna, juvat, Beans, and John Blackshoe.

I won't mention them because they'd want a raise if I did.

What's that?

I did?

Och weel, mebbe next time I'll double their pay. (Yes Beans, I know, zero times anything is still zero, don't tell the others.)

Seriously though, thanks.

Slacker's Editor's Note: Close to being done with editing the book. Anya yet lives. The daffodils are up. The weather actually feels like spring ... Oh yeah, new book in the works, yes, I am insane.