December 29, 1973
It doesn't seem like it was yesterday
Here are some things I have remembered for four
decades:
I forgot the wedding ring.
My high school and college friends played poker in
my hotel room the night before and kept me up. High school beat college. Badly.
Suzanne’s Uncle Hank gave us 5 hundred dollar bills.
That would be about a jillion dollars today.
I can’t recall any of the other wedding gifts, but I
do remember that Tim McGinnis, a fellow DEKE, bought us a popcorn popper but
then he couldn’t make it to the wedding so he kept the popper. Some things you
never forget.
They weren’t selling gas on weekends due to the Arab
oil embargo so we had to take a Greyhound bus for our honeymoon to Montreal.
The bus was packed and we couldn’t sit together. I sat in the back with
convicts who were returning from prison furlough. Years later I used that
incident as the inspiration for my short story, Riding a Greyhound Bus into the New World, which took 3rd place in the Canadian Writers Collective Short Story Contest (you didn’t have to be Canadian to enter).
Suzanne was a beautiful bride.
She still is.
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