Larry Sparks took his wife’s hand as they headed to the entrance of the hotel ballroom. He did so partly for moral support, but mostly because after nearly forty years of marriage, he was prouder than ever of Janice, his still beautiful bride.
“The registration table’s got to be up here somewhere,” he said.
Around them a crowd of people—nearly all of them approximately their age—moved with Larry and Janice toward the ballroom doors.
Larry leaned over and whispered into Janice’s ear. “Who are all these old geezers?” he joked.
She looked over at him and smiled. “I’m sure they’re thinking the exact same thing about us.”
“Nah,” said ...