The Carter’s enjoyed seventy–seven years of marriage. I applaud them—and envy them. The calendar (and news about Rosalynn and Jimmy Carter) reminds me that I was married seventy–one years ago. Divorce—not death—separated us. (Not my choice.) ~~ Years and years of memories are flooding my mind; can’t sleep; it’s late at night.
Eighty-eight and counting 
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