Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978.  We sweltered.  We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained.  Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian Church, which would seem more logical, as my family was Presbyterian.  Maybe it wasn't September […]

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