I've known this guy since I was nineteen years old. We met in an acting class at Carnegie Mellon, playing a scene from "The Gin Game" - he played Weller, I played Fonsia. He proposed five years later, in a Pittsburgh playhouse, when a revival of that '7os play came through. At the end of the play, when Weller collapsed in a fit of rage into Fonsia's arms, he casually leaned over me during the standing ovation, and said, "Well, that wasn't a happy ending, but would you like to try making one of our own? Would you marry me?" I cracked up, one of those nervous but happy crack-ups that won't stop. And obviously, I said yes. Twelve years later (or an hour away from twelve years if you're persnickety), including two moves, three houses, and one child, we still crack each other up. Happy anniversary, Mr. Mustache - you're the cat's meow!
