Wednesday, June 11, 2014

May Their Fire Escape Always Be Home To Angels

The newly-minted Mr. and Mrs. Robert MacMaster are presently playing the parts brought to life by Jackie Gleason and Audrey Meadows all those many years ago.  Ah, to be a couple of honeymooners. 

He has chosen well has my son.  Well indeed.  Jess is an incredible young woman and - having had the opportunity to get to know the fine folks who brought her into this world - proof positive of the proximity between apples and trees.  At the risk of sounding immodest, my daughter-in-law has also chosen well.  Rob is one hell of a good man.  He is every inch his mother's son. 

One of the most enjoyable moments for me at their reception Friday night - in what was a non-stop parade of enjoyable moments - was our brief recreation (or bastardization I suppose) of the long-shelved "Guitars and Cigars" nights in the backyard at 57 Delaware Avenue.  For as "Born to Run" burst forth from the sound system, Rob and I formed one half of the best-dressed barbershop quartets you have ever seen (Dan Byrnes and Joe Byrnes completing the set) singing along in full-throated glory.  Frankie Valli can go kiss my Irish arse - I know real Jersey Boys when I hear them.  One hell of a good time was had by all...or at least by the four of us.  Apologies to those who were positioned within "ear-bleeding" range. 

Rob and his beautiful bride are now off enjoying the first few days of what one hopes will be a lifetime of happiness.  A journey during which irrespective of their age or the anniversary that they are celebrating they shall forever remain so young and in love...


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