Being Married to Julie, I am the Luckiest Man Alive.
It was twenty years ago today. With my back to the cold, roaring Atlantic, she walked the beach pathway towards me. “Fields of Barley” played amidst the squawking seagulls. (The word “barley” had special meaning for us—we were about to honeymoon in Bali.) I wept as she approached, vividly aware that of all the men…