Once upon a time in the fall of 1983 a guy blew into College Park, Md. after a Seattle-to-New York bicycle trip. He was making his third try in 8 years to earn his bachelor’s degree at the University of Maryland. The other attempts had not gone too swell.
He was lean and tan from the summer’s journey. He slept on friends’ couches while he looked for a room to rent. He found one in a Cape Cod about 2 miles from campus where three other students lived. And that’s where he met the gal he would later marry.
I’m that guy and my wife Donna is that gal. We’re out of town this weekend celebrating 30 years together. But like with almost everything else, there’s a lot more to the story.
People always ask her “Why are you slumming with him?” The corollary, posed to me, is “How the heck did you land her?” I hope what follows will clear up some of those questions.
The answer involves cheap beer, red fingernail polish and a wonderful, inspired prank. Here is that story.
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