In 1967 I married; I was 21 and my wife, Karen, was barely 18. In those days having premarital sex was thought immoral, although almost everyone did it, and if you were living together "out-of-wedlock," your landlord could evict you for immorality. It almost happened to us. So we got married. Essentially we got married so we could have sex. I was the first of my friends to get married and the first to have my own apartment. Both of these things—a girl whom I could have sex with anytime I wanted and an apartment where I could drink and smoke without protest from my parents—made me the… Read more
