Stand up to Political Ballyhoo

Falling in Love changes the course of your life. It was on the River Salmon that love called our names...in a Summer season when soft was the sun. We courted by canoe. Colorful sunsets stirred our love to force an eternal bonding. Shooting stars would inscribe our names across the sky, then fall to Earth in silvery crystals. And we would hunt elusive Snapping Turtles whose shells would grace our living room walls and make memorable photos of our First-Born Son.