A long, long time ago, in a land far, far away… It was a really hot July day. On the 7th of ’73 at 2 o’clock in the afternoon Barbara and I got married. I swear the thermometer was pushing the triple digit line. And inside the sanctuary (sans air conditioning), it seemed even hotter. Not a hint of breeze made it through the open windows.
And even with that, it was/is the best day of my life!