I was going through my old photos and dug up a picture of me taken from my brother. This was 1989, Vancouver one and a half years following my move from Edmonton. And that's my trusty Marinoni, fairly new only two years old.
Could it be that today my wife and I are celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary? Or that today I bumped into an old friend from that same time. I felt a little pain of nostalgia when I looked at the photo. I can't believe it's been nineteen years ago. It reminds me of when I was, of course, younger and in pretty good shape. Funny how we are all condition to think that youth=health.
One thing I'm sure of. Today, I've never felt happier when I'm on my Marinoni... my simple daily pleasure that started over twenty years ago.