Twenty three years ago, I sat with her in her bedroom listening to Cat Stevens. On cassette. On a boom box. I hadn’t seen her since high school, but by the powers of Facebook, we were reunited on her wedding day more than two decade later….in the same back yard where we had belted out,…
Yes, it’s true. Occasionally I make it over the bridge to the mainland. Albeit a rare occurrence to get me off Cape during the summer, I wouldn’t have missed Aileen and Ian’s spectacular beach wedding in Marion in Aileen’s parent’s backyard – even if it meant crossing the bridge in August! I really have nothing…
