Twenty-two years ago today, George Weaver asked me to be his girlfriend (opening day of fishing season, April 22, 1989). I surprised him by taking him out to Pastini's (he thought we were having a meeting with Kathleen), giving him a card that spelled his destiny name (trustworthy), and taking him to the river for sparkling cider and a toast! :) It was a "Good Friday" in more ways than one!
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