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This weekend I had the pleasure of attending my brother's wedding in Fort Smith, Arkansas - and it really was good to see my family and meet my new sister. The worst aspect was having to wear this tuxedo. The last time I wore one was at a "Favorites" Dance at my high school. I was a freshman, and was asked to the dance by a senior (female). I would have been excessively uncomfortable at the dance even without the tux, and at one point in the evening my pants split. White briefs are hard to hide when your black tux upens up.
Back to my trip. I mainly saw the church, the airport and the area around both in Fort Smith. I also spent some time at my brother's home in Poteau, Oklahoma.
It was the first time I had arrived at an airport where I had to step down onto the runway from the plane.
Fort Smith wasn't a bad town - I noticed an internet cafe and some nature-friendly parks. I'd like to find out about the main industries in the city, or how most people make a living. I couldn't figure it out - there were no factories, prominent office buildings, or large warehouses that I could see.
The wedding ceremony was painless. My brother's friends - the other groomsmen - were making constant jokes about my brother's last chance to flee before making a commitment. At one point my brother nervously announced that he wasn't sure if there would be corkscrews for the wine at the reception. I said, "this is a Catholic church, it ought to be packed with corkscrews." For a split second I feared he and his friends would think I was making some sort of sick joke. Then I realized that any conceivable sick joke wouldn't make much sense or be funny, and could only be narrowly grounded in reality. They chuckled and said, "hey ya, ask the priest."
On a different but oddly similar note, my divorced parents actually spoke twice during the reception, and were friendly to each other.
3 comments:
We have Rheem, Whirpool, Shipley Baking, Planter's Peanuts, The Coca-Cola Bottiling Co. You weren't looking at the right place. I see you went to I.C. was the priest Father Hector?
I've been super-busy lately. But I'm not sure who the priest was at my brother's wedding. He cracked a few jokes, but didn't seem to be a very friendly guy. I think he was white.
I didn't get to see much of the city. I stayed with my mom and my aunts at the Howard Johnson - it was clean but bland. It was an interesting part of the country, but I don't think I could live there. I'm not sure how you and my brother do it.
The elderly conform to it, the youth rebel against it. I mean seriously, if you were to ask the kids if they like Fort Smith, 9 out of ten will say no. Usually the ones who say yes are the ones who are blinded by the local government's empty promises (Republicans!).
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