March 17, 1980.
What was going on tonight? Nothing in particular, as far as I knew. Wait a minute, though. It was St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe there will be a little frivolity going on at the Pittstown Inn.
Better yet, why not phone that sweet young damsel, Judy Thomas, whose path I’d crossed a time or two recently. How would this be for an inspired interlude, I asked of her when she answered. The Pitt is advertising Green Beer Night!
Judy didn’t have any problem with green beer. In fact, her enthusiasms for a host of subjects rendered a superlative visit that night at the bar. Turns out, I married her a year or two later.
Consider deliberately, my friends, the decisions that you make. Today’s just might be your best ever.