We’ve been together a long time, Buck and I. When we met, it got serious fast. Like 5 seconds fast. He fretted about our 14 year age difference. After talking through a lot of whiskey, we concluded if we could get 20 good years, it would be worth doing. He was already nearly 44 and I was 30. The year was 1981. We eloped to Dothan, where Buck had a cousin named Patt with two t’s, who set things up with a county judge. Now he’s 88 and I’m 74. Pretty sure it’s gonna work out.