Here's this week's column.
I actually wrote it last week because I knew we were going to be busy. And yeah. He was actually married on Saturday up in Logan. It was a magical day. Truly. A lovely ceremony followed by a small, intimate reception in an apple orchard hung with lights and festooned with wildflowers. There were tacos and dancing involved. Because there was a mildly Latin touch to the whole event, my grandson wore a Mexican poncho and my granddaughter had a Spanish fan.
Happy, happy day.