Dunno, really. After a friend and I swapped girls on a ferry, I sort of ended up with the one I married. But I can't say that there was one moment WHEN. We sort of discovered it gradually, I guess. I do know that my proposal was sort of unique: I said, "You'll have to tell me when you want to get married." She said, "Oh, okay" and called my mother to tell her we were going to get married. My mother, who had my sister Martha living with her, announced it by shouting, "Hey, Martha! Pat's pregnant!" That was in, maybe, March. We were married in October of 1973 and have been togther ever since.

Oh, yeah. She wasn't pregnant. Just another one of my Mother's paybacks for all the gray hair we gave her.