The Wedding

Installment III

This is how Husband and I were greeted

at the beach while dropping my youthful, spry parents off in the parking lot.

Security was tight. And it was all about the cooler.

Luckily my sister works for the township

and came to our rescue.

Doug hasn't felt that much suspicion

since he visited Cook County Jail for their Prison Fellowship Ministry.

youthful, spry Mother

Again, looking back I probably should have hopped through the beach grass

with the rest of the socially graceful guests to the water

to wait.

 I really missed my calling by not pursuing  journalism

as I just.cannot.pull.myself.away.from.a.story.

A real, visual story that involves folks I luv.

There was so much energy in that parking lot...

But no outlet for it.

Perhaps I provided a distraction.

Or irritation.

 I was able to slowly put name with faces that I had only heard about.

And was priviledged to observe some sweet moments,

if even without my press pass.

Unfortunately the heat in the holding tank was only a glimpse

of what was waiting next to the big lake.

 One of these men used a few spare moments

to assure me that our security run-in earlier

was a moot point

as people from WISCONSIN

know how to pack a cooler: beer on the bottom with water on top.

Of course.

 If only I had dialog to add to these photos.

What does the "that" side of the bridal party discuss while waiting??

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But wait.

If I order this chronologically,

I was asked to take a few shots of FBI man and Photo Chick

before leaving for the beach.

 Some people do not respond well

to being told to take off their sunglasses.

Note to anyone who takes photos.