The REST of the story...last weekend we were thrilled to help our goddaughter on her wedding day in Chicago.
Her father Doug Cherry and I met when we were 4yrs old - he kicked his mother's car out of gear, rolled backwards in the driveway and crashed into a tree, just as my Mom and I were walking by. His mother came running out of the house shouting, "Douglas! Douglas!" We laugh about it to this day.
We were thick as thieves in high school, cruising endlessly thru the streets of Chicagoland in either his father's silver Lincoln Continental Mark V, or later, Doug's pride and joy - a 1969 Pontiac Firebird. Yes, we were listening to 8 tracks of the Police, REO Speedwagon and AC/DC.
Later, Doug asked me to be best man as he married Dawn. And, of course he was my best man as I married Rosy. Just a few years have passed, but being part of their families' celebration was incredible!!!
