This morning I found Elise’s electronic-mail message reminding me of our anniversary yesterday. Thirty years exactly. I replied with a few warm words, but I did not let drop that I had forgotten about it entirely. Again. Although she has reminded me of our anniversaries several times during the last few years, the date seems to evaporate from my mind over and over again. But the party at which we actually got married I will never forget. Our tiny apartment on Massachusetts Avenue was crowded to bursting. We were merry. We were loud. We were in love. And not even the sky was our limit.