MeSoFun Blog

We are the Maine-iest couple. That's the Portland Lobster Co. in the background. The Wife and I were talking about marriage the other day. Our marriage, specifically. As of this writing, it has been nine years, 363 days for us together. And it has been nine years, 362 days of surprises. The love of our lives seems to know she basically owns our house. I would love to have an appropriate story from that second day of marriage. That was the day we flew to Salt Lake City on a 7 a.m. Northwest Airlines flight. We went to our somewhat-ghetto apartment in somewhat-ghetto South Salt Lake. We napped. We might have watched a movie. I bought a digital camera for our honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas the next day. Yawn. There are plenty of days in a marriage like that. Not only is life not always a thrill ride, it usually isn't thrilling. Yet, somehow, after not-quite 10 years together, we look back and shake our heads. "If I could show you everything that's happened over the past ten ...

I admit, this is pretty funny. Somebody in Pendleton, Oregon, died a little bit over the weekend. It's important to remember that. Don't get me wrong. The newspaper headline about an "amphibious" pitcher is hilarious on at least a couple of levels. But the person that wrote that headline isn't laughing. I should know. I've been that person. There are a couple of reasons that headline might have happened. For years, small newspapers like the one in Pendleton skewed toward hiring young editors and designers because they work cheap. The problem with young editors is they make young editor mistakes. I should know. My war story is, thankfully, from college and, also thankfully, isn't that bad. The University of Minnesota men's basketball team played an 8 p.m. Monday night game against Rutgers, which meant I had to dummy in a story. Like a dummy, I wrote actual words in the headline field. I was the sports editor and it was my job to stay late, chuck in the ...