Spent a good portion of the day rurally today. Had a wedding in Caledonia, then one in Byron. Stuck around for a cocktail, then headed home. Then my wife Lorraine and I went for wings. Yeah, we're living on the edge today!
Lately, the weddings I have been officiating over have been "hit and run" types, and I feel that staying for dinner afterwards may be hard on the families. I hardly ever know anyone there except for the bride and groom, and most of the time people are either trying very hard to be polite, or going out of their way to be rotten.
Last week Lorraine and I stayed for dinner because it was held at a location we both love, and we got along well with the bride and groom's immediate family. There was a woman there who had been at my story time presentations at the Mumford library. I feel old.
After dinner I had a cigar and was subjected to the third degree by some guy who wanted to show how intellectual he was. It was good for a few laughs, although Lorraine wanted to belt the blowhard. I worked the guy into a corner and then mercifully let him go with a shred of dignity. Then I finished my cigar on the rooftop patio.
The conversation reminded me of an old aphorism a lawyer one shared with me:
When the law is on your side, pound the law.
When the facts are on your side, pound the facts.
When neither are on your side, pound the table.
This poor sap didn't even have a table handy.
Until next time, the door is a jar.
Jack
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