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Six Days

I’m very much looking forward to my wedding.
That’s probably an obvious statement, but let me clarify. For those who don’t know, this is my second marriage. I’m really enjoying the process of creating this wedding. I was a much younger man at my first wedding, and my young bride and I did a lot of compromising of what we wanted to mollify family and to live up to expectations. Looking back on it now, I’m not even sure we had to compromise as much as we did, but we both felt the pressure to provide something expected of us.

This time, with some of the saltiness and unwillingness to compromise that comes with age and having one’s own funds, I’m truly happy with what my fiancĂ©e and I are planning.

Our wedding will be a sunset ceremony, held at a local park at the height of autumn. It was scheduled a year and a day after we became engaged. It will be outdoors. lit only by the setting sun and luminaries lining the path from the parking lot to the large oak tree where we will take our vows. 

The reception will be small, simple, and cozy. We will be serving four different kinds of soup made by a local company with local ingredients. The bread is coming from our favorite bakery on the Square in Medina, and rather than having a wedding cake we have decided to have apple fritters from Mapleside orchard. There will be music, there will be boardgames, there might even be dancing.

There will be a roaring fire in the fireplace. We will have friends and family gathered around that hearth while we celebrate the beginning of something new. 

Following that, we will head to the Wyndham Hotel on Playhouse square for four days in one of their Chandlier suites. That Sunday we will travel to Landoll’s Castle near Mohican state park for seven days in a three-story tower during the peak of autumn.

My friends have been reminding me that I deserve to be happy, that they have not seen me this happy in a long time. I am glad my inner joy is showing in my life. I’m terribly grateful to Kate for introducing me to Catherine, and for Catherine for consenting to spend the rest of her life with me.

Six days left. Only six days.

Chasing the Moon

I woke this morning and chased the full moon until it set. It went down in Wellington Ohio, a good sized town about 30 minutes from where I live.

I don’t know much about Wellington, so I did a little research this morning over coffee at the Bread-N-Brew cafe on S. Main Street. One piece of notable history is the Oberlin-Wellington Rescue that took place in 1858. A US Marshall was at the American House Hotel holding John Price, a runaway slave. That night, a group of men, both white and black, stormed the hotel and rescued Price before he could be returned to his master in Kentucky. Price was conveyed through the Underground Railroad into Canada. Thirty-seven men were accused, but only two were tried in Federal court.

Additionally, the artist Archibald Willard lived here and is buried in Greenwood cemetery. He’s the painter of the famous Spirit of ’76 painting that some will recognize. (

You can feel the history in the old buildings. Like many midwestern towns, there are too many empty storefronts for comfort, but the businesses that were open, lime Dmitri’s Corner, a family restaurant, seemed to be doing a good business. The school spirit was high, as evidenced by the many signs cheering on the local high school football team for their homecoming game.

These Sunday mornings are lovely for sitting and sipping coffee, reading and watching the world go by. Taking time for them is the best thing I do for myself all week long.