Origin stories

Every super hero in the movies started somewhere.  Bruce Wayne saw his parents killed as a child and dedicated his adult life to secretly fighting crime dressed in his Batman costume.  Spiderman was bitten by a radioactive spider or something.  There is always a beginning.  There is always a reason why they are who they are.  It's how the archetype works- they all have an origin story.  

But every couple has one, as well.  Some couples meet at work or at school.  Some meet on dating platforms before they meet in person. Some meet in a living room, then at a bar, then at a restaurant, then finally figure it out.  Our radioactive spider, so to speak, is a man named Jerone.  

Say hi to Jerone.

Jerone was a student at Tulane who made friends with a guy named Chad, who is now my brother-in-law.  Jerone was a computer science teacher at WT White High School when I was a teacher there, and at some point, he invited me to a party at his house, no doubt, with the intent to introduce me to the sibling of his college pal.  He saw something that I think it took Cas and me too long to figure out.  I'm sure  that's why he invited both of us to the party, then later to a bar for drinks with a large group, then finally, and probably in total exasperation, to a Cajun-themed restaurant to celebrate his birthday.  

When the tumblers finally clicked into place, Cas and I became inseparable.  Jerone is our origin story.  He's our launch from Krypton.  And he lives in Seattle, Washington, now.  

I told you that to tell you this: Spring break will be in Seattle this year.  We go soon- this coming weekend- and we have a few days afterward to get our lives together- at least together enough to finish out the school year.  

So let's settle in with a cup of Starbucks- maybe grill a little Puget Sound salmon- and head to the Pacific Northwest.  Should be a good time, and as I'm told they say there, it's not raining that hard.  See you there, friends!