30 years is a long time. Think about where you were 30 years ago. I was a 16 year old kid working at Hardees in Mandan, North Dakota. The woman who would become my wife was my supervisor. We used to sneak in the meat cooler and make out. I can never look at a meat cooler in a restaurant and not smile. I remember one night I accidently started the break room couch on fire. Mark, my boss at the time, could see the smoke from his house and came to find me pulling a smoldering couch out through the back door. Who would have thought that 30 years later I would sitting a Colorado Eagles game with Mark and his wife.