Sorry for the late post, but I was recovering.
Fact is, I got married yesterday to my first-ever girlfriend Angie, after over forty-odd years apart. Here we are as teenage sweethearts:
Yes, that’s my genuine boys’-boarding-school haircut on display.
This was a much-older Kim & Angie, after dinner at III Forks in Dallas, last night:
How we got back together again is a long and rather boring tale, and I may share it with y’all some time in the future.
We were married by the Reverend-Doctor Combat Controller at Doc Russia’s house, surrounded by my family and that of Bobby K (Tech Support II), and by the miracle of Teh Intarwebz, with Angie’s family in Johannesburg, London and Melbourne as well.
So there was a woman out there willing to put up with all my nonsense, after all. I just had to go back to South Africa to find her.