Four Wedding Photos And Let Us Say Amen

Grandma Joy sent some terrific photos from her wedding. Paul and Joy, The Great FiveHead and BellyBone are above, while The Great PD, Paul's son Gavin, Paul and Plottie are below.

The Great Plotnik doesn't like feeling vain, but why does he always seem to be the only gray-headed person in the photo? Yes, he knows why. Just sayin'.

It was hard to get photos of Grandma Ruth, who, at 92, seems to be getting shorter every day. But she hung in there for four days and was always smiling. In the middle of the ceremony she came up and stood by her daughter.

Plotnik is not anti-rabbi, nor anti-deacon nor anti-anybody. The clergy has its place (Sam might say that place is behind its little pulpit in its little church or synagogue).

(Have we spoken of Sam? Plotnik hates it when TV bubbleheads attribute their latest rumor to "Some might say..." You will never read that here. Plotnik prefers to blame it all on Sam.)

But is it really too much to ask a clergyman to take ten minutes and then wrap it up? Does the symbolism become more symbolic if you mention it over and over? Oh Lord, You are So Big! Oh God, Who Ruleth in the Heavens, As We Mentioned Previously?

Ten minutes is enough. It really is. And let us all say Amen.

Meanwhile, it's hard to imagine a more beautiful bride.