My older brother Bob finally joined the ranks and proposed to Carol. The wedding was in the Washington D.C. area. Martha Danny Julie and I drove from Indianapolis for the wedding. Stacey wasn’t born yet at that time. It was a beautiful affair as all weddings are. However, there were a couple of glitches.
Getting dressed, Bob put his foot through the crotch of the tuxedo. I’m not sure how that got fixed, but it was repaired. Then, Bob and I looked a lot alike, go figure. I think my inseam was a half inch longer than his. Turns out the photographer took a lot of pictures of me thinking I was the groom. I’m sure they were all burned.
However, the biggest goof was that baby Julie was in a highchair at the reception. Not a problem, except we discovered it was within arm’s reach of the champagne fountain. She had been cheerfully serving herself in her sippy cup. The good news was that she slept almost the entire trip home.