As we were driving to St Simon’s Island, the place where my parents are temporarily living, my dad casually mentioned that their neighbors were celebrating 100 years of marriage. I thought about this for a moment, somewhat befuddled, and asked for more details.

“Well, she was married for 54 years. And he was married for 45 years. Both of their first spouses passed away, and then they met and got married. And today is their one year anniversary. So between them, they’re celebrating 100 years of marriage.”

I like it.