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