Today’s our 27th anniversary, but Donna and I have been together 30 years, and this seems like an appropriate tune considering. There’s a column coming Sunday about how we met. It’s a heartwarming tale of cheap beer, red nail polish, a devious prank and some other stuff. Meanwhile, we’re out of town at our favorite anniversary lair, where 19 years ago I stumbled upon this story. Have a great weekend, folks!