Sunday, November 26, 2023
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I honestly cannot remember our first date, but I do remember the moment we met. After the first science fiction class, early September of 1978, at the University of Kansas, taught by Professor Goldman, I went up to the club president, Jim Murray, to ask when and where the first meeting was going to be. And she, she did the same. I learned her name, and when the club met it was obvious that she was the coolest and prettiest girl on campus. Now, 45 years later, it's hard to remember what life was like before then. Our 44th anniversary is coming up, and it's time to write another love poem. As one does.
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