Anniversary Walk John Lally A heavy rain pelted the worn, ancient cobblestone piazza outside of the Hotel Nazionale in the center of Rome. We watched from the lobby as an elderly British couple climbed into a taxi to be whisked away to an unknown destination. My wife Laura and I were next in line as the hotel concierge called for a taxi. We had dinner reservations at Imà go. It was September 23, 2015, and we were celebrating our 37th wedding anniversary. I wore a new sport coat for the occasion, and Laura glowed in her shimmering silver blouse and new black slacks. We’d been
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