25

There's nothing cryptic or mysterious as to why this entry is called "25".  It was on this day, 25 years ago, that Liz and I got married.  10 a.m. on a magnificent Friday morning.  The ceremony, which was held down the street at Borough Hall, took six minutes, after which we, along with my cousin and her then-boyfriend (now husband of 21 years) and Liz' best friend, went out for a celebratory breakfast.

It's been an interesting quarter-century; our marriage has had its ups-and-downs; it nearly ended, but time, patience and a lot of rational patience, we're still here.  It isn't often that you even hear of marriages lasting this long - not anymore - but I'm proud to know that we've made it this far, thus far.

So here's to (hopefully) another 25.  And more importantly, here's to my bride.  With love.