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, radiant daylight, spent with friends and family whose worlds collided in the woods along the McKenzie River.
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