Last night, Sue and I attended a wedding for one of her co-workers. This gal is young, mid-20s at the most, and has been with her new husband since high school. They’re a sweet couple who have simple needs and a simple life. There were very few ties, a few pairs of jeans, and lots of people that have know each other practically forever.

We were closely watching Hurricane Irene since it was heading our way. With the wedding being more than an hour from home, we checked in many times to see the path and expected landfall in New York City. Once it crossed Long Island Sound, it was going to be in our back yards within an hour or two.

One of the cool parts of the wedding was the bridal party transportation from the church to the reception. Each of the cars was an antique, owned by the groom’s uncle, and each exquisitely restored. The bride and groom showed up in this burnt orange Packard Twelve. At best estimate, it’s from the early 1930s.

It was a simple wedding, with a happy couple, and everything in line for the start to a happy marriage.