April 6, 2026
Wrote this up for a couple former Zonies I know who had an anniversary yesterday.
Love In The Time of Houlihans
A long time ago, in another century, two young lovers met at a Houlihan's in the small town of Phoenix, Arizona. Now Houlihan's was old school. You had to mail in your reservation and if you were accepted you would take a stagecoach to the restaurant and the waitress would let you in if you knew the password (mine was jackalope all lower case). If you wanted to know the specials, well, that was what the telegraph was for. Nobody complained about the service because there was none in those primitive days.
Anyway, this handsome young couple fell in love but there was one problem: the groom, a young strapping buck, worshipped an outlaw by the name of Billy the Kid. This set the youngster off on a bad path and I don't want to name all the hanky panky bank jobs he pulled, but let's just say, when he proposed to the pretty girl he met at Houlihan's the Arizona Department of Public Safety, The Arizona Rangers and Arizona Public Service pooled together all their resources to buy the young newlyweds a one-way ticket to Wyoming.
I'd like to say their time there was delightful but the two somehow thought it was a good idea to get into the restaurant business. Somehow, they survived that and several other calamities and here we are forty years later and they are still a couple. As anyone who has been married for more than ten minutes knows, someone in the relationship deserves sainthood and it would be beneath me to name that person but her name rhymes with Kristina Randolph.
Happy 40th anniversary you two love birds and if you happen to make it to your 50th I'll personally mail in an order of green chile burgers to Houlihan's in your honor.
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