"WHITE WEDDING DAY"
Trying to make the most of the initially forlorn weekend, Sandy and I went canoeing ~ one of our favorite pastimes on The Russian River.
Pausing our sipping whiskey straight from the bottle to spectate the sunbathers on a nude beach, we saw a sign up ahead “BOHEMIAN GROVE ~ NO TRESPASSING!”
Little did we know then that Richard Nixon and his power elite cronies were charter members prancing around in hooded gowns and worshipping the prince of the underground.
As Huey Lewis & The News would later request, “I want a new drug, one that won't make me nervous wonderin' what to do. One that makes me feel like I feel when I'm with you ~ when I'm alone with you…”
Well……our new drug was Quaaludes, a sedative and hypnotic medication that backed-up our beer, bourbon and marijuana.
Sometimes on Saturday mornings, we would head down to San Mateo, where cousin Pokey and I would play football on the hard asphalt basketball court.
Tackling each other when we were attempting lay-ups, our knees and elbows ended-up a bloody mess.
In addition to every weekend playing sandlot football, baseball and basketball, we started reading about John Newcombe winning Wimbledon and Arthur Ashe The Australian Open in The Chronicle’s Sporting Green.
Initially buying heavy wooden rackets that would warp in San Francisco’s drizzly weather, we wore corduroy slacks and parkas imitating "bad boy" Ilie Nastase, by hitting tennis balls at the passing cars on Sloat Boulevard.
Jörg ~ Sandy’s father, making our wedding reception reservation at The California Golf Club of San Francisco in South San Francisco, we started selecting our altar teams and invitees as 1971 dawned upon us.
Now confirmed to marry at St. Stephen’s Roman Catholic Church at 11 o’clock on Saturday morning June 20, Jörg kindly requested that we limit the invitations to a maximum of 75 persons per family, because he wanted to bless us by having an open bar.
Making our lists and checking them twice and thrice, the most that we could pare them down to was 250 combined, causing Jörg to wipe his brow.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!