Doug and I married in 1968, when we were both students at the University of MD and really didn't know who we were going to be when we grew up. We changed a lot during the few years we were together, but in different ways. Before we parted, we had adventures and good times, including a two-month, 12,000 mile camping trip in our Volkswagen bug that took us all around the US and into Canada.
We visited Yosemite where his sister, Lynn, was born, and he actually managed to get me up the face of Lembert Dome. Doug was a natural climber, shaped like a string bean, but my body type was more jelly bean. With his helping hand and some, okay, a lot, of swearing, I got to the top in one piece. That was my first and last rock climbing experience, but I'm very proud of having done it.
I also have a fond memory of "stealing" his paycheck in order to buy him a very nice gift. We both worked for the same tiny computer software company whose business model was getting lots of no-bid purchase orders from friends at Goddard Space Flight Center. At my request, our boss, Ed Cutler, told Doug that he didn't have the money to pay him that week (not a unique occurrence), but instead wrote the check out to me. One of our best friends helped tone-deaf me shop for and hide a truly beautiful acoustic guitar until Christmas. Christmas, our anniversary, and his birthday all fell within three weeks, so this present covered all three occasions. He loved playing the guitar and never would have bought such a nice instrument for himself, so his friends had to make it happen for him.