Entries from San Diego
Saturday night on the way home from dinner, I asked Hiram to pull over and park under the tree where on New Year’s Day, 2007 we first kissed. I offered Hiram a mango I had hidden in the glove compartment. Neither one of us cares much for jewelry, certainly not enough to keep in the glove compartment, which is to say: Rings weren’t ever a consideration. We took each others’ hands and I asked him to marry me. He said yes. The next day we went west. Along the way our mango was confiscated at the Arizona-California border. Nonetheless, on Monday we were married in a civil ceremony on the lawn of the San Diego County Administration building.