LEE & KELLY GET MARRIED

September 8-9, 2012

A little history.  I’ve known Lee since my freshman year in high school.  We dated the same girl (his first wife), engaged in, well, I’ll call them hijinks in retrospect, but at least one of them landed us in the police station, became Delta Chi fraternity brothers at Stanford, took the LSAT together (his idea, not mine), both chased crooks for Uncle Sam in our early careers, and have stayed good buds all these decades. While I continued as a miserable (as in mental state, not competence, thank you) lawyer, Lee abandoned that nonsense early on for tens of thousands of days of skiing and mountain biking.  You wouldn’t know it from the follicle-challenged old geezer in the photo, but he was a wild youth (heck, wild younger man, middle-aged man, and old fart as well).  Known throughout the Tahoe Basin ski crowd as “Uncle Lee,” this derelict of the wanton life was headed for no good end when he was incredibly blessed by a chance meeting with Kelly.  It must be true that no libertine life goes unrewarded.  Kelly is a peach.  Now, what she saw in Lee . . . Anyway, after a couple of years of living in sin, they finally tied the knot at Kelly’s their home in Carson City.

We got there the day before and joined Lee, Kelly, Lee’s brother Gene, and sis-in-law Candy, for a day in Virginia City, which is a pretty rockin’ place if Western and bluegrass is your thing.  Well, so it is!  I forget which of the many saloons this was, but we had a good time hooting and hollering with the best of them.

Wedding Day found us all mostly sober and ready to go.  Lee’s been a landscaping guy for many years as his summer job, and his gardens were blooming away.  The dining tent was set up in the side yard amidst the flowerbeds.  That’s brother Gene on the right.

The ceremony started with a wedding processional played on the kazoos that had been passed out beforehand to all the guests.  I have video of this, but haven’t figured out yet how to edit out a snippet to upload.  If I figure it out, I’ll insert it here later.  The weather was beautiful, the bride and groom radiated happiness, and a good time was had by all, even the tux-garbed family pooch.  Loni’s talking to Bruce V., Lee’s next-door neighbor from our high school days.  Motown ties endure.  That was one good cake!

A long, happy life together for you both!