My mother has a very selective and very kind memory about some things. On our wedding day, she dropped in unannounced while Patsy was still getting ready. My undoubtedly inherited selective memory doesn't remember why. What I do remember about that encounter was that Patsy was having a typical bride's wedding day. Nothing was going to her satisfaction and she is not one to suffer that sort of thing in silence. Patsy has full command of the "Deadwood" language but she hardly ever uses it. Today was different. She was using it at the top of her lungs that afternoon within earshot of my Mom and I and most of the Western Hemisphere, I suspect. This would normally shock my mother. My dad had to say "goldarn" around us because of her. A couple of years ago, Mom told me she doesn't remember this incident at all.
Happy Anniversary, Patsy
Love,
Rob
Hope the next 25 are as grand as the first
