1996 was not a good year.
The Atlanta Olympics were hit with an explosion.
The US had to choose between Bob Dole and Bill Clinton.
Tupac was shot dead.
Fewer than 40 million people were browsing the Internet with Netscape.
Apple was failing so bad they had to bring Steve Jobs back.
Kathy Lee Gifford found out her clothes were made in sweat-shops.
The Fresh Prince, Ren & Simpy all left television for good.
Alanis Morissette seemed somewhat relevant.
I think we can sum up our ambivalence about 1996 by reminding ourselves that it was known as “The Year of the Macarena.”
However, 1996 has at least one incredibly redeeming quality to it. That is the year my beloved bride, Kathryn, decided to marry me, 19 years ago today.
Thanks for rescuing me, babe, and 1996 in the process!
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