One day in 1995

It’s hard to believe that this moment happened 31 years ago, as I was about to marry my first wife. My mom, my dad, my brother, and me — in simpler times, in times full of promise. Promise that was not fulfilled. This marriage was bad from the start; it crashed and burned, and ended. But none of us could see that coming. It was a day for celebration, and we celebrated. My parents are 50 and 54 in this photo. It’s always a little strange to see photos of them from when they were younger than I am now.