A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
All in Love
A family wedding, would be mobsters, and what really happened during World War One?
We may never know.
A marriage proposal should be the most romantic moment in a couple's history.
Our's? On the road for twelve hours, no place to stay, and a blowout argument with my future in-laws.
Maybe she should have said no...
Author’s note: By the end of this post, I come off as the bad guy (for good reason).
I was at my sister’s house a few years ago for a family function, not sure of the actual occasion, when my daughter Amanda, who was three years into her degree in journalism at NYU casually said, “You know, maybe I should be a doctor.”
As we headed up the mountain on the lift, I fixated on how I would get off that thing. As we climbed skyward I was terrified, not of skiing down this mountain, but of the small little slope of snow that awaited me at the end of that ride. With all that, the small voice in my head just kept repeating, “don’t fall off the chair — don’t fall off the chair.”
When I tell people that my wedding song was U2’s“Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” I wait to see how long it takes them to realize I am joking. In hindsight, maybe it should have been.
There is a scene in The Godfather, when Michael Corleone, exiled in Sicily, where he and his two body guards walk along a country road. Suddenly, Michael stops dead in his tracks when he sees a young woman approach. His two bodyguards, on seeing the expression on his face, laugh.
Movies have ruined my life; they taught me that people fall in love at the drop-of-a-hat (I should stop wearing hats).