Back in Time
As we drove up the muddy driveway, guided by the neon OPEN sign, we knew this was going to be an experience. The day had already been more like the script of a movie with the familiar theme of city folk go to the country. The country folk always seem to be the better in these movies. This time, we were the city folk I suppose. My beautiful Granddaughter on her wedding day. Disguised from my modest roots, I was in a dress from Macy’s with a flashy bracelet from Stein Mart – both were from the clearance rack. Most everyone else, except the beautiful bride (more on that in a later blog) were in jeans and t-shirts or a variation thereof. The groom did have a suit on and looked extremely miserable. Even the preacher who would pronounce them husband and wife was casually dressed in khaki and polo. It could have been a scene out of My Cousin Vinny , or New in Town . And I was the butt of the comedy. That was behind us, a night at Vaught’s Restaurant and Motel awaited us. Still