Pizza Joe & Holly Marry
I'm thinking about Pizza Joe and Holly's wedding, and how nice he looked in a Navy blue blazer, white shirt, tie and khaki pants, with that red flower in his lapel, and how she wore a real white lace wedding dress and white heels in the mud on the bank of the Chilkoot River, and how there was a bear with two cubs right behind them wading in the stream and climbing on the rocks, and how the locals there for the ceremony backed up, but the larger crowd of tourists moved forward for better pictures. (It looked like a celebrity wedding, with all those big lenses, rope fences, and armed guards-- park rangers-- doing their best to keep the bears safe and the people from bothering them.) Anyway, when Nancy Nash played Amazing Grace on her flute the mother bear came closer, so Nancy stopped and stepped back. But the main thing I want to say is that I love weddings. People were meant to go through this world in pairs, and I'm still hopeful, even though I know that it sometimes takes a few tries, that lifelong love, and the companionship that comes with it-- is possible. Holly loves Joe, and he loves her for loving him so, and they are happy to have found each other, as their vows said, "not a moment too soon." That's why we clapped and wiped good tears when Dave Nanney, who was officiating in a sport coat with a white turtleneck, slacks, and white Rat Pack style loafers, said, "by the power vested in me by a nameless, faceless, judge in Juneau, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
(I'm off to Juneau for knee surgery, so you may not hear from me again. --Actually, Chip says I worry to much-- I'll be back Friday night. It is an easy arthroscopy on a torn meniscus, and hopefully I'll take the same ferry back tomorrow after the operation that I'm taking down to Juneau today. I'll let you know how it went when I get home, probably Saturday.)