When I was a little girl, growing up in Yakima, Washington, I often dreamed of the man I would marry. Firstly, he would be a writer. Secondly he would have dark hair and eyes, would wear glasses and would love to read. In other words, I saw him always. Gregory has been a writer for as long as we've been married (44 years come September), and today I am leading you to his latest blog with the wonderful stories he has written for a very wonderful magazine, A Simple Life.