Readers, friends, sea cucumbers, square roots of negative one! A momentous anniversary will soon be upon us! Next year, 2025, will mark the 80th anniversary of the day a car rolled into my hometown of Reno, Nevada, in the strange calm of the summer just after the end of the Second World War. It was carrying a man and a woman, in frenetic search of one of Reno’s many no-questions-asked, all-purpose marriage-and-divorce chapels.
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