Just because I haven’t been writing as much lately doesn’t mean that I haven’t been doing as much. Or maybe the cause actually is the effect. I’ll never know. Or just don’t want to.

On Friday my pops got married. My uncle and his wife flew into town for the wedding. A bunch of us met down at the Jefferson County “Taj Mahal” to witness the event. I’ve been to more weddings than I can count in churches, one on top of a mountain, a few on ranches, and a handful more in halls and ballrooms. But this was my first wedding in a courtroom (actually it was the judges chambers), and it was truly nice. It just seemed really sincere, not some big production. Don’t get me wrong, I love my pageantry, but the whole thing just seemed more earnest. It was extremely short, really sweet and unusually intimate. By far the smallest I’ve attended. And besides the fact that it was my father marrying a wonderful woman, that was the best part of it. I really took pleasure in the fact that everybody there had known each other for decades and all knew how important this was to my pops. After the ceremony we all headed out to McCormicks for dinner. We got a secluded room and had a wonderful time telling jokes and old stories. Not to mention the seared Ahi Tuna was delish. All told, it was a fun evening.

Congratulations you two!