By NORA SWEAT
Thirty-seven years ago today — it was a Sunday — Mike and I went to church in Louisville and then hit the road through Ohio to Buffalo, N.Y., and then to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon.
Thirty-seven years ago yesterday was our wedding day.
In some ways, it seems like it was a lifetime ago; in other ways it seems like yesterday. I only have to look in the mirror to realize it wasn’t yesterday.