An interesting point! It often seems as if sad events are easier to write about. Happy times have less of an arc. Betty and I met in 1976 and fell madly in love. Things were mostly peaceful in the 1980s and 90s; we traveled a lot and had a large, rich social life. And I worked at a series of increasingly high level "paper pushing" jobs that were not very interesting but provided a decent salary and paid vacation time.