Today is our 12th wedding anniversary. Jacqueline Helms and I were married outdoors in a small woodland north of our little farmhouse on Mikinaak Creek, about two o’clock in the afternoon, with Teresa McDonnell officiating; her husband Joe McDonnell freezing. We had warned everyone on our guest list to dress warm for the occasion, for forecasts of December 31st, in Roseau County, Minnesota, are usually frigid and we didn’t expect anything else. High temps were to be in the single digits Fahrenheit, with 20 mph wind gusts that insured brisk double-digit negative wind chills -- so we weren’t disappointed. Ever vigilant against the real threat of hypothermia, the bride wore a smart form-fitting black snowmobile suit with vented bodice and midriff, reflective red piping along the top of the sleeves; a rabbit-fur lined purple Minnesota Vikings bomber hat adorned her head protecting her ears and forehead from possible frostnip; wool felt-lined purple Sorel boots and merino-wool socks
At the end of the game, the king and the pawn both go back in the same box.—Italian proverb