More like 4 decades, even though it’s 36 years officially (today).
Spring 1979, Ramsey Hall at West Chester State College (30 minutes west of Philadelphia).
In Ellie’s Residence Hall apartment, you and Ellie interviewed me for the Resident Advisor (RA) position vacated by the returning, but recently fired, RA partner you were supposed to have.
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As a child, i thought i could never get married because i would never be able to publically kiss a girl.
My Father-In-Law is roughly 60 years old in this photo.
The photographer captured a great moment.
Two of the tallest Guests dancing with us. You had to pay for this privilege. A tradition to raise some spending money for the bride and groom.
A bicycle honeymoon trip happened 14 months after our wedding.
Most brides could never fathom a honeymoon of biking all day and camping in a pup-tent at night – for 17 days. Yet every cyclist i’ve ever met loves a great downhill ride.
Bicycle honeymoon trip in the San Juan Islands of Puget Sound, Washington.
Everything we did during those 17 days was missing the modern-day convenience.
Many meals took place next to the Pacific Ocean.
Many lunches revolved around peanut butter and bread. This lunch had some pizzaz because we had leftover marshmallows from the previous night’s campfire. Also, the peanut butter was carried in plastic because it’s lighter than glass. Back in the day, peanut butter only came in glass containers.
Roads were mostly deserted.
This was not a posed photo. Cheryl is gazing at an island harbor full of personal boats, near sunset.
Making our way to a campsite for another evening under the stars.
Two bicycles, named Netherlands (after Dan Fogelberg’s album, and Pullman, the Washington State town we lived in as newlyweds.
Things got a little crazy at the wedding reception. Our best man, Cort, split his pants doing this.
Tom Hollis, a fraternity brother, had two lifetime firsts at the reception – first time at the top of a Sig Ep pyramid and first time dancing on a table.
Waiting for the morning Ferry to continue our journey back to America (from Victoria, British Columbia on Vancouver Island.
Moments before we rode through Pullman, Washington to meet a Washington State Professor. We placed our bikes in his small pickup truck, which we then drove six hours across the state to Seattle – the professor drove the U-Haul truck full of his stuff. He was relocating to a new job and needed a “sage-wagon” driver.
Second-morning campsite was one of the coziest.
A bicycle honeymoon trip often looks exactly like this. That’s Cheryl in the lower middle.
Can you imagine traveling like this?
A honeymoon trip like this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
It’s likely that my year at Disney in 1982 influenced me at a subconscious level to be intentional about creating a memory that would last a lifetime.
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Camera self-timer took the photo used in our 1983 wedding invitation. Location: high atop Kamiak Butte, north of Pullman, Washington, home of Washington State University.
Today, May 25, i write this one month before the actual day we got married.
(and of course, this goes public on the actual day, June 25)
It was a sunny and hot Summer day in 1983.
We were in Allentown, Pennsylvania.
John and Margaret Zubek’s three-story row-home was full of bridesmaid’s activity all morning long – helping their daughter, Cheryl Ann, get ready for the wedding ceremony at Saint Michael’s Byzantine Catholic Church on Green Street .
All the groomsmen were at Aunt Betty’s and Uncle Joe’s house a town over in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
By far, one of the best days of my life.
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Photo yesterday at Epcot: Yesterday was Halloween 2015, and the one-year anniversary of my retirementment which began at 5pm, October 31, 2014.
The question i get most often, “So how’s retirement life?”, always has the same answer:
Working harder than ever, just not as much.
Every “successful” entrepreneur struggles with insecurities that outsiders will never believe exist.
Insecurity comes with the territory.
Trust me, if you knew how insecure entrepreneurs are, you might even go for it yourself (i’m making the assumption you are too fearful to go out on your own).
i quietly and gradually began convincing myself that i was good enough to go out on my own.
One day at a time for six years before retirement, i thrived and excelled at Disney Institute while building the foundation from which to step out as an entrepreneur.
Last night we went to dinner at Epcot.
It was good to be “on property” (Cast Member-speak for Walt Disney World Resort).
PS. Time flies.
PSS. Many entrepreneurs reach a point (i’m there now) where they look back and think, “What was i so afraid of?” Turns out, most fears are simply the devil tempting you to play it safe.
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