You may have noticed my byline has grown by a whopping 13 letters in recent months. Lance and I tied the knot on June 21 – seven years since our first encounter at a dinky dive bar in Avis, Pa.
Much like this column, our wedding had been a long time coming, after postponing once due to pandemic conditions. We held the ceremony on the Summer Solstice – 15 and a half hours of pure,…
Worlds collide at hyper-local wedding
