Friday night, I saw my little cousin get married. It was a pleasant ceremony in the back of country club. It was probably made more pleasant by the fact that sound system went out, so we were unable to hear the father-in-law recite an unscripted poem to the couple. The maid of honor, my cousin Debbie, rolled her eyes from the alter and mouthed to the guests It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

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