Friday afternoon greetings! Richard and I went to the bank today to check our safe deposit box for our marriage certificate, which we'll need for a Medicare appointment week after next. I'd already looked (twice) in all the obvious places here at home to no avail and, alas, it was not at the bank either. We can get a duplicate, of course, but it perplexes me that I can put my hands easily on our birth and baptism certificates, my college acceptance letter and transcripts, every card we received for our wedding, Rob's birth, and our move into this house, but not the one item for which we have an immediate need. My sister, the genealogist, told me that as soon as we obtain the duplicate, we'll find the original...
