June 12

Thirty-six years ago today, when we were just eighteen, Dan and I had our first date.It was the summer after our freshman year of college.Campus was relatively quiet, our class schedules were relatively easy. Long days eased into perfect Utah nights.
We met in Geology 101. I was smitten with his confidence even though it bordered on cocky.One day he passed me a note that read: Make me dinner tonight.With no hesitation I dashed off a response: You make me dinner.He agreed.

He made me dinner, which ...