29 years and 60 some odd days ago. I was home on leave from the Navy. Denise had come out to Long Beach to welcome me home from an 11 month cruise. Much of that being spent off the coast of Beirut Lebanon. Shortly before coming home I had asked her to marry me.
A few days before our wedding, I went to the local barber. He was an older fellow that I knew of, but really didn’t know. I had told him that I needed to get a good cut because I was getting married that weekend.
He proceeded to cut my hair and was telling me that he too was going to a wedding over the weekend, at the Baptist Church for a friend of the family. But he sure didn’t know who the guy was.
We got a chuckle as we figured out it was the same wedding.