Twenty years ago, at the very hour I post this (noon), two kids were married. The bride was 19, the groom 22, and they had a combined monthly income of $450, $220 of which went to rent their weird little apartment carved out of the second floor of an old house in Moscow, Idaho. They were starry-eyed students who, as the bride’s father put it, thought they could “live on love.” They had no honeymoon, except for a night at the Best Western that their friends pitched in for, and went right back to work the day after they wed.
We’ve come a long way, baby. Happy Anniversary!