I love that word, Matron of Honor. I picture a prison guard in my mind. I mean I expect the unattractive slouch, the stripes and the ciggy butt hanging out one side of her mouth, saying something like, "You want the ring. Come and get it!"
But that was not the case at Patti's wedding. The Matron of Honor was her sister - married a couple of years early. She was very busy early in the evening, but she and I relaxed later in the day. She and I and my good friend Jack, Jack Daniels.
