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Happy to Be Sappy

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Go ahead, call me sappy; I own it. Sometimes the one thing I need is to escape the anxiety of our times and revel in love. Debbie and I just celebrated 43 years of marriage with a trip to Ashland, where we took in the Oregon Shakespeare Festival’s production of Shakespeare in Love, ate Thai food, hiked under brilliant blue skies, and said sappy things to each other. Yep, love — it works.

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