An announcement: On October 25th in the unparalleled year of 2007, I will be married in the trees of Oregon to a woman named Felicity Marie Fenton.
We met nearly 30 years ago, the day before Elvis died, in the dry hills of Colorado.
Since then, we have been indivisible. Each morning I rub her hands and knees. I brush her hair. I feed her belly. I sing her songs. I talk her down when she is fretful. I make her laugh. I plant her flowers and fruit bearing trees. It’s a love affair unlike any other.
The wedding will be large. Lots of squirrels and birds will attend. My dress will be red. My ring, platinum. You are all invited.
And afterwards, the honeymoon involving tennis matches, wrestling matches, chess, long walks on the beach, backgammon, hot tubbing in one of those romantic honeymoon hotels with heart shaped bathtubs and “fancy fingers” bed sets, will be unlike any two week vacation I have had before.