25 years ago today in front of family and friends in the Boston Public Garden, I said: “In the publics eye we are Laurel and Hardy. In our minds Heathcliff and Cathy. In a moment of wisdom; a wizard and a witch. In a moment of freedom Don Quixote and Sancho. In reality just a boy and a girl who will never look back...” The truth is, those giants that fight us everyday really are just windmills and it’s when we recognize that, that we can allow those windmills to transport us to a world where we can truly be ourselves. Stan never did continue without his Oliver and I never ever could have climbed mountains large and small without my witch to show me the magic. Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. When are day is done we will be as one. World without end, world without end. JL