Well folks 24 years ago today, on top of Squaw Mountain in Maine, I took a wife. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health we've seen it all, and she still stands by me. When you take into consideration all the mistakes I've made I can't imagine how I managed to do such a good job picking a wife. I'm smoking some Margate in a Larson prince, lots o coffee. I think today will be a day of pipe smoking, reflection and gratitude.