We kept it simple on Thanksgiving with a little bird (chicken), sweet potatoes, cranberry, and Brussels sprouts. It still amounted to more time in the kitchen than at the dinner table. We were a two-man cyclone in that square room but we got it done.
It was a busy day overall. There was gardening, I also cleared out a section of the garage that was fraught with boxes. Armed with a box cutter, I transformed the lot into a small pile of cardboard.
Midday as we sat outside with our current books, Garry out of the blue smiled and said, “how did we end up together?” I said simply: “We were the last two on the Titanic. I let you get on my raft.”
I’m thankful for having Garry and Luna in my life. He is cool and supportive of my sports weekends and theater needs. And Luna is all right with me going to work as long as I bring her back the occasional treat.
At the end of December, we will be 10 years married. Neither one of us previously had a relationship for that length of time. And the time has flown. I guess it’s proof that sometimes you can mix Manhattan with Brooklyn and it’s not a bridge too far.
Garry and I met my first year in San Francisco. It was fun and not serious at the time. We became friends and then charted other romantic crossings with other guys. There were even a few years we didn’t communicate. Then we did and it was the right time.
Naturally, the above is the sanitized version. There were also hurt feelings, miscommunications, and the infamous coffee shop meeting of no return. We overcame it and climbed back up on the raft. Now, almost a decade later, we sail on.
The Beard and the Cap 
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