May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. (Proverbs 5:18)Forty years ago. It was a Friday. Ella and I were getting married the next day, so we went to Galveston to the County Courthouse to get our marriage license and all that. We were pretty excited.
A guy, for some reason, made a U turn right in front of me from the right lane and I hit him. Didn’t do a lot of damage to my car, but I got out and ran over to his car. He, of course, rolled his windows up. I finally got him to talk to me. I have no idea of what happened from that accident. But our mood was good enough that we laughed it off.
That night we had the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Our families were friends with each other, so that was no problem. My mom made a ton of spaghetti and such and we had a good time.
My best man (or at least second best) was Rick Fuller. He and I had been friends when I lived in Houston before I was drafted into the army. He got in that afternoon from Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio. He was in medic training and had on his white uniform the medical people wore.
That night, Ella and I talked a long time about our future – what would happen, kids, all that stuff.
She was so stinking cute. She was also a lot of fun to kiss.
Forty years ago. It seems like just a few years ago.
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