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A picture's worth a thousand words...

… but I promise I won’t be that long-winded.


This picture was taken in October 1993, my first time ever in Annapolis.  There I am looking over the sunroof of Lisa’s Acura.  We’d just finished a stroll up and down Main Street and we were on to our next adventure of the weekend, a tour of the Naval Academy.  Behind me is, I think, Mike’s dorm.  If it’s not his dorm, it’s some building at the academy.  That same weekend, we toured DC and saw two concerts (oh, to be a college student again!), but Annapolis really stuck with me.  See how happy I am in this picture?  It’s been awhile since I’ve smiled that big.  I know it’s a dorky smile, but I remember how I felt that very first time in Annapolis.  I loved the water, the boats, the brick roads, the centuries-old buildings, and the small-town feel.  I think, when this picture was taken, I was actually thinking, “Someday I will live here.”  Either that or something along the lines of “Damn, look at all these hot guys in uniform.”

Never mind that it took me 18 years to get here.  Never mind that those hot guys in uniform now look like boy scouts in white.  Never mind that bangs look totally terrible on me.  I’m finally here, and I’m smiling like that again.  I should have done this years ago, but I'm proof that you really can get what you want… you just have to make it happen.

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  1. I thought I took that picture at Penn State. You have such a better memory than I do. And your smile is not dorky - you have a beautiful smile.

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  2. Aww, thanks. :)

    It's not that I have a good memory, but rather that I had the foresight to write the date and place on the back of the picture!

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