It was 10 years ago.
The bride’s name was Emily and her wedding, according to the sign in the lobby, was scheduled for 7 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 26, on the veranda of the beachfront hotel where we were staying.
Barry and I had gone to the beach for a long weekend before his open-heart surgery on the 29th.
The weather had been Chamber of Commerce perfect — until Saturday morning. On Saturday the sky stayed gray and it rained off and on, mostly on, all day.