Category: It Happened to Me

It’s about 17 or so hours until my brother-in-law Andy Ramoniac and his fiancee Sue tie the knot. Since I expect that my hands will be full with groomsman, accordion and “chair lifting during the hora” duties, I thought I’d take this quiet moment to wish Andy and Sue my best.

In their honour, I present a poem by Ogden Nash…

Tin Wedding Whistle

Though you know it anyhow
Listen to me, darling, now,

Proving what I need not prove
How I know I love you, love.

Near and far, near and far,
I am happy where you are;

Likewise I have never larnt
How to be it where you aren’t.

Far and wide, far and wide,
I can walk with you beside;

Furthermore, I tell you what,
I sit and sulk where you are not.

Visitors remark my frown
Where you’re upstairs and I am down,

Yes, and I’m afraid I pout
When I’m indoors and you are out;

But how contentedly I view
Any room containing you.

In fact I care not where you be,
Just as long as it’s with me.

In all your absences I glimpse
Fire and flood and trolls and imps.

Is your train a minute slothful?
I goad the stationmaster wrothful.

When with friends to bridge you drive
I never know if you’re alive,

And when you linger late in shops
I long to telephone the cops.

Yet how worth the waiting for,
To see you coming through the door.

Somehow, I can be complacent
Never but with you adjacent.

Near and far, near and far,
I am happy where you are;

Likewise I have never larnt
How to be it where you aren’t.

Then grudge me not my fond endeavor,
To hold you in my sight forever;

Let none, not even you, disparage
Such a valid reason for a marriage.

In keeping with the tradition on this blog, I’m posting a photo of the fried dough cart in Boston Common:

The Ginger Ninja and I are in the Boston area for the week. We’re catching up with family and friends for most of the week, and this weekend, we’re part of the wedding party of her brother, Andy Ramoniac.

If you’re thinking of robbing our place while we’re gone, let me assure you that you will fail. Our building is protected by the best crime detection system I’ve ever seen: cranky retirees who like to watch the closed-circuit lobby channel on their TVs.

Since work’s been keeping me busy and since the story about Julie’s and Amanda’s wedding has given everybody on the Internet a serious case of the warm fuzzies (including Craig “Craigslist” Newmark and Amanda’s dad), I’m not going to post much today. Besides, I think it would be nice to have their story high up on the front page for another day.

What I will post is a link to the Flickr set of photos from the wedding. They’re larger than the ones in the blog entry:

Click to visit the page for the Flickr set.

Julie and Amanda, if you’re reading this, I have the full-size photos and will send ’em your way!