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This month my wife and I will celebrate our silver wedding anniversary. It's Feb. 12, Abraham Lincoln's birthday. Okay, I know our anniversary could be a bit more romantic if we had just moved it up a few hours. Sherry wanted to wait until Valentine's Day, but back in my callow youth I dismissed that as too obvious, too blatantly uncool. It was, after all, the '70s, and someone who was hip enough to wear long sideburns and leisure suits and list to Cowsills records couldn't be caught doing something so conventional, so normal.
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