I'm just back from another trip down South, this time for my dear cousin Russ's wedding in Clemson, SC. You know you're below the "tea line" when you've had three kinds of pork before lunch.
June is, of course, wedding month, and this one was lovely, with great food and music, three-tissue toasts, and a beautiful bride. But my favorite part was after the ties and heels had been wrenched off, when the family gathered to tell stories in a hotel suite that seemed for an evening just like home. After a time, outlaw cousin Karen snuck down to the ballroom to crash another wedding's reception and came back bearing contraband cake...and the next wedding's story.