
When I met my wife for the first time, I still can see one of her black designer handbags in my mind's eye. Our first date was a blind date, arranged by our mutual friend Viet. He had wanted to set us up for awhile, and we were meeting each other so that we could figure out if we wanted to go to senior prom with each other. The date was a success.
Mari, my future wife, walked... Read More