Seis de Mayo

So Cinco de Mayo is a very important date to our neighbors to the south, but to me a much more important date is Seis de Mayo.

It was on that date 37 years ago (okay, 38!) in Columbus, Ohio that we met. Since then, we've been together pretty much ever since.

The following picture isn't exactly contemporaneous to that date, but it's closer than anything else I could find after searching for four hours (I have the perfect pictures of us, somewhere, but I put them away in a safe place, a very safe place. They remain very safe!)

The above picture was taken in Rota, Spain in the early 70s. In response to Bonnie's question, this is at the terminal in Rota, picture taken by our friend, Marcelle. I was returning from an 83-day deployment to the Persian Gulf aboard USS Lasalle. We are looking at our sweet little girl, Bonnie! (Here's a picture of her in downtown Rota at about the same time.)

Here's a shot of USS Lasalle, cruising in the Persian Gulf.

Of course, even before Kathy and I met, Seis de Mayo was an important date to me. It is the birthday of my brother, shown here in one of the only periods of my life when I wore a hat (the other being my military service, although we called it a cover)!

Happy birthday, John!