Today marks the anniversary of the day I met my future wife. Eight years ago. So ours will be a story of 2,954 days between meeting and marriage. Longer than the average couple, I'm pretty sure. At least we got in before the 3,000 mark. Whew! The meeting occurred within a few meters of latitude 55.676405, longitude 12.569352. Right about here:
There's an often-photographed Burger King on that corner, "sandwiched" between a McDonalds and a KFC.