Bless the friends, Barb, Carlene and Darline. One with a camera was able to take this unforgettable wedding photo as we left the manse. My folks were witnesses. L.'s parents were invited but didn't come. My mother-in-law later told me that she didn't think it would last (we'd known each other three and a half months) and she didn't want to be a party to the crime.
She lived to see it last fifty-two years and now it's the big six three! We're still together and had a great anniversary breakfast of bacon and French toast, juice and coffee. Later today we may throw caution to the winds and have a steak.
It was the right thing to do. (The marriage, not the French toast.)