My Bunnymoon (Part Two)
(we pick up our story halfway through the author’s wedding reception 25 years ago) So there I was… awkwardly stuffing dollar bills into a middle-aged woman’s waistband in a feeble attempt to coax her down from the table she was dancing on at my reception because that’s how they roll in Northwest Ohio. Other than … Read moreMy Bunnymoon (Part Two)