It never fails to amaze me that even after I have lived as long as I have – 90 years and counting – there are individual days which stand out as clearly as they did way back when I lived them. Why that's true is obvious for some days. How, for example, could I forget the day I met my beloved wife Lolly? That day changed my entire life, and I am still enjoying the results of what at the time started as a casual invitation from a good friend to "meet some nice British girls."

No! That day I will never forget!

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