| A long time ago, we received some proposed wedding vows from the Healing Minister who was going to perform our ceremony. After the third page of "Mother Ocean" and so forth, I proclaimed that even I could write better vows. This I was allowed to do. On the flight home, while full of rum, I produced "The Wedding Song." Not only was I drunk enough to write it, I was also inebriated enough to agree to write a poem each year for our anniversary. I went cold turkey the next day. Too late. |