It was 20 years ago today ...

Twenty years ago today, I drove the three-hour trek from Stamford, Conn., to Albany, N.Y., meet a fellow I'd been chatting with online and on the phone. We were both a bit scared about what to expect -- we didn't even know what each other looked like! -- but we appeared to get along great, with similar viewpoints and senses of humor. At the very least, we'd become friends.

And as it turned out, that was the momentous leap of faith that led to the rest of our lives together.

Happy 20th anniversary, Jack Garceau. I love you.