Cool Blog: TUG JOBS - TUGJOBS.COM also met my darling wife in 1976. We were at a bar along Telegraph where I was grading papers and she was a grad student celebrating the election of Jimmy Carter. As the first Democrat since Kennedy (true Dems don't count Johnson, I've found) there was a lot of hope that Carter would be able to clean up Washington and heal the wounds of Viet Nam and Watergate and Anna was radiant with hope that evening. And no small amount of rum, too, I might add. The rum is how we met, or what caused us to meet, that is.
Anna jumped up on a table as Gerald Ford came on TV to concede the election to Carter and I looked up to see her lose her balance. I caught her head just before she would've hit the fireplace at the old bar and, in the process, doused a number of papers with beer. She laughed her drunken head off and asked me my name before going back to the party. I shook my head at the foolish drunk and gathered up the sodden paperwork to take home and toss in the dryer.
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