On July 3, 1976, my cousin Larry married Rose in Queens. Each year my father’s relatives get together on Independence Day weekend in northeastern Pennsylvania.
I’m now sitting in a hotel lobby in Wilkes~Barre having one of my inevitable flashbacks. No longer a nattily attired teenager, surrounded by fancy food and champagne, I’m now a jaded old guy, with a lifetime supply of dysfunctionality.
We have such a nice time every year but there’s a price to be paid. It’s fattening, tiring, and crowded. It’s also the only chance I get to annoy that many of them all together at once.
Happy umpteenth ( 43rd ) wedding anniversary to Cousin Larry and Rose Linda. Welcome back to ROCHELLE’S Friday Fictioneers, for which J. Hardy Carroll has so gallantly supplied this week’s photo prompt.