A Peek Inside The Vault: A Memory Of My Wedding Day

Many years ago today, on a rainy day in New York, I exchanged wedding vows with someone who no longer speaks to me. I thought I’d share this post about a very distinct memory of that day…

The Return of the Modern Philosopher

vaultWhile I so enjoy time travel, Modern Philosophers, I always avoid taking this blog back to that period in my life when I wore a wedding ring.

It’s a time I’ve locked away in a vault with other memories that I’d rather not have running around loose inside my head.

This blog is supposed to be about life in Maine, and I was only married for about a year while I lived here.  This blog is also supposed to be funny, so you might understand why I never set the time machine to take us back to the time when I was a husband.

Now that I think about it, I’m still going to avoid that period of my life because the memory I’m choosing to share happened on the morning of my wedding.  The was no ring on my finger, and I was still just someone’s fiance.

Why the…

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About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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6 Responses to A Peek Inside The Vault: A Memory Of My Wedding Day

  1. penelopevon says:

    Wow!! This is beautiful and touching

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