Kish and I were out taking Kasey for a walk, and she wanted to stop in at the Starbucks at Third and Sycamore to pick up a copy of the Sunday New York Times. While I waited outside with Kasey, who was nosing around close to the ground as dogs are wont to do, I noticed that she was snuffling around . . . a tiny door in the concrete, right at the base of the building? With a tiny crescent moon-eyed doormat, next to a tiny window?
What the heck? There’s probably some significant message to the “covert” inside a heart with lightning bolts, in lurid pink and blue, or maybe its part of some urban art project, but if so I sure don’t know what it is. I just thought it was pretty cool.
On April 3, 1982, 34 years ago, Kish and I got married in Vermilion, Ohio. It was her father’s birthday, and the weather then was just like the weather is today. It had been nice and sunny a day or two earlier, but the clouds rolled in and the wind blew and on our wedding day it was brutally cold with snow squalls.
It’s about 6:30 a.m. as I write this. By that time 34 years ago, I had been up for at least an hour already, after tossing and turning for most of the night. I was filled with adrenalin, excited and nervous. I knew I was making the right decision, but I was worried about screwing something up during the ceremony or the reception afterward. So I got up and, in those pre-internet days, sat in my room and tried to read a book and then walked the halls for a while to deal with the burst of jittery energy.
Fortunately, Kish and I had decided to keep the wedding ceremony itself short. We had stripped out pretty much everything but the bare minimum required of a service in her family church. To this day, dozens of weddings later, our own wedding is the shortest wedding ceremony I’ve ever attended. I needed to walk out to my position in front of the altar without tripping, hold Kish’s hand after she and her Dad had walked down the aisle, say I do a few minutes later, put the ring on without dropping it, and then walk out with my lovely bride. I thought I could handle it, and later that day I did. Seeing Kish looking beautiful in her wedding gown helped a lot.
The whole ceremony took about 15 minutes, but they were momentous minutes indeed. More than three decades later, the memories are still vivid, and the decision remains the best decision I ever made. Happy anniversary, Skipper!