When you look at our idea of excitement now, it’s hard to believe that Olof and I met 50 years ago as intrepid adventure-junkie 17-year-olds spending our senior year of high school in the Amazon. How times change. This summer, the celebrations we had for both our 20th wedding anniversary and Olof’s 68th birthday caused our younger son Henry to drily observe: “Now don’t get too crazy.” Henry had tried to talk us into doing something special for our 20th anniversary. Maybe a trip to Europe, he said. Actually, our celebration stayed a little closer to home. We sat outside in our Adirondack chairs drinking a really nice bottle of Champagne, watching the sunset, and reviewing all those betters and worses that we so naively agreed to two decades ago. Then we had an extra-large anchovy pizza delivered to the front yard. It was the best anniversary ever.