Saturday we attended the Wedding of my cousin Peter. Me, the WIfe, Janice, and Jim (the King) got ready at Chets (now Martini’s) first. Janice led the way into the new Sacred Heart Church via the back door near where we parked, a people avoiding maneuver that also allowed us to slyly exit and get to the reception also without bother.
Good Times ensued.
Jim did end up with 15 stitches when all was said and done:




Terrifying…did The King attack the paparazzo for not getting his good side?