One fine day in early October of 1975 I arrived at work to discover that two rocket science students were being assigned to my project. They proved to be not only brilliant, but very personable as well, and we got along great. During lunch, they started telling me all about the administrator of the student program. She was, so they said, the world's ugliest horrible old bag, and they were drawing highly uncomplimentary pictures of her on the blackboard, and I was egging them on, and they were making the pictures uglier and uglier. Then, right after lunch, the supervisor came rushing in, saying, "Hey, get that blackboard erased! The student program administrator's on her way over!" So I met her and immediately thought Wow! If she's ugly I'm a raving lunatic!
From that moment henceforth, things just happened! One thing led to another, and eight months later, on June 5, 1976, we were married in the nice little church in Aquasco, Maryland, where her father, an Episcopal Church clergyman, had preached his first sermon many years earlier.
Well, I suppose my very own wonderful wife might tell the story a bit differently, but you know how eyewitness reports are always reliable, but whatever.
And so, here we are lotsa years later and we're still married and we have a son who's recently graduated from college and we all live together in Solomons, Maryland.
A distant relative of mine who's got lotsa nice genealogy stuff