You're probably wondering how an old SOB like me caught a hot chick like Helen. Scroll down and you will see that I was not always a fat, bald old man.
Helen's Dad, Russell, getting ready to walk Helen down the aisle.
Here's the happy couple. Please notice the hair. No, not her's, MINE!!!!!
Our ride to the reception. It seems like I have a bit more chin(s) than I remember.
You can't see below, but we're getting ready to cut the cake. When we got to the part where the bride feeds the groom and the groom feeds the bride, we did not get off on the wrong path by smashing the cake in each other's face. Helen was and is too classy to play that game.
And here we are in my '65 Le Mans convertible, heading away from the reception and off to a week on the Maine coast.
Two years ago we revisited some of the places we visited in Maine and were so surprised to see all the changes in just 41 years. Of course, coastal property anywhere is prime real estate and I think that it's even more so along parts of the Maine coast.
I can't thank Rita and Barb enough for making this anniversary one of the most memorable in the last 43 years. They are thoughtful through and through.