Boomer Goes to a Wedding
Lisa Renee


Me too. Last month I was invited to attend my niece’s wedding in Cleveland and I live in Denver. It would have been great to see most of the family, but that would mean getting on an airplane again and all that that entails. The wedding would be held in a grand cathedral and would involve dress-up. A storm of back-and-forth on Facebook with warnings that my niece’s friends were kind of rowdy and maybe youngsters should not attend the reception. Other nieces and nephews responded back that they would not be able to attend, and the exchange was on. And I don’t know how it was resolved because I decided not to attend. Too much money. Too much time away from where and what I am. I will catch them later. Or not.

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