After maintaining a site like this for over a decade, one eventually runs out of new insights or cute anecdotes when a significant date rolls around.
On this day in 2004, I married my partner of thirteen years in a small (and very strange) ceremony at the Tufts University chapel. The next day we moved in to the still-unfinished House on the Hillside, though I got held up trying to bypass the route for Woburn’s annual Halloween parade.
That night we ate takeout on the couch and watched The Phantom of the Paradise on a 13-inch TV I set up as a placeholder for the cable installers.
Two days later we drove to Boston’s South End to take custody of Addy the Big Red Dog, who we found by the side of I-93 in August and had placed into foster care with Animal Rescue League.
A spouse, a house, a dog — all in the space of a few days and in the shadow of the Red Sox’ first World Series win since 1918. Even Bush’s re-election couldn’t spoil the moment.
There have been a lot of good times and a few bad once since then, but I regret none of it and eagerly look forward to what the future will hold.