Three years ago today was the Blackout That Ate the Northeastern Seaboard. (Here's a post from the old site, and here is a laughably bad Photoshopped image that some no-talent wag slapped together.) We actually came through it pretty well, after we stopped crapping our pants about al Qaeda and learned it was just a few pinheads in Ohio.
Ten years ago this week, I went into my then-office to say goodbye to my then-friends before I headed out on a five-month trip to Asia. I was tying up some loose ends--picking up a paycheck, that sort of thing--when my boss introduced me to the new temp in the corner. She was sitting with her back to me, shuffling through what was probably the most menial job they had to give her, and when she half-swiveled around I said hello to about a third of her face.
A year later, she told me she remembered wondering who that self-satisfied putz was. A year and a half after that, she married me.
Happy Tenth Meet-aversary, sweetheart. You are the generator that powers the beacon that lights the power outage of my heart.