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Part One: Hanging Out With Rhonda
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ABOVE LEFT: At a Renaissance Faire (not PRF). ABOVE RIGHT: Honeymooning at the Ben & Jerry's ice cream
factory tour. B&J's cookie dough has always been a favorite of ours.
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ABOVE: Nap-time! Jadz and Tigris.
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ABOVE: Tigris is well-behaved... most of the time.
RIGHT and ABOVE RIGHT: Learning to juggle.
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Part Two: The Wedding Scrapbook
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TOP LEFT: Medieval woodcut we used for our programs. TOP RIGHT: Even at our own reception, we managed
to find a few moments to relax. BOTTOM LEFT: Who are those respectable old married people, anyhow?
BOTTOM RIGHT: A word to the wise: Kissing your bride on the head to avoid smudging her makeup is a fine
idea, but beware--professional wedding-strength hair goop tastes vile!
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ABOVE, clockwise from upper left: My family, my mother (complete with a smile!), and Rhonda's family.
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Part Three: Blessed With Friends :
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ABOVE: Ten years and still smiling--fifteen old college friends came to our wedding. BELOW: After
the LARP that doubled as my bachelor party. RIGHT: Our best friends (and gaming buddies), Sarah and
Dan.
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ABOVE: College friend, gamer, and musician Tom Rhoads jams with the band at our wedding. RIGHT: We
traveled nearly 1,000 miles for a honeymoon in Vermont, stumbled upon the Vermont Renaissance Festival
by chance, stepped in the gates... and met our friend, former PRF pickler Jill Dornan.
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ABOVE: David B. Anderson. ABOVE RIGHT: Edmund and Clara Anderson. RIGHT: John Keller. They are missed,
as is Robert Newton.
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"Whatever way my days decline,
I felt and feel, though left alone,
His being
working in mine own,
The footsteps of his life in mine."
--Tennyson
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