Masspike East Sunday, October 26, 2003

Once again, we closed in Boston. An old dear pal married a new dear one, in a lovely ceremony, held in a converted arsenal with turning trees and chestnuts on the lawn. I've only been to a couple of Jewish weddings, but both times I've been amazed at how the proceedings seemed off-the-cuff and eternal at the same time. At Catholic weddings I'm always aware of The Church as the framework for the occasion: The couple is stepping into tradition. At Jewish weddings, it always seems like the reverse: Tradition is manifesting itself as two people. At any rate, tradition couldn't have asked for a finer Sunday, or a sweeter bride and groom. Mazel tov!

Made some new friends, ate some astonishing beef and unmentionable cake, maybe came up with a story idea.

More later.

@ 9:22:00 PM,

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