Twenty-eight years ago today, also a Saturday, I was married at the Ingleside Inn near downtown Palm Springs.
It was a beautiful sunny day. It was my third and final wedding.
As a lifelong baseball fanatic, I put myself on the matrimonial bench for life when that marriage ended a dozen years later. Strike three and all, you know.
My memories of that day are bittersweet, as only seems appropriate for a third wedding.
Guests at that wedding included legendary movie director George Sidney and his wife Jane, the widow of Edward G. Robinson as well as Joe and Molly Youngerman and my best man Glenn Gumpel, all work friends. Also my business partners and their wives and various pals from the time.
Today, many of them are dead, with the rest of them flushed down life's swirling dervishes into the oblivion of my past.
When my third wife informed me she was moving to Savannah alone on July 31, 2000 my marrying days from the 20th Century came to an inglorious conclusion.
Seventeen years later, I am happy to report that no more marriages have invaded my space in the 21st Century!
With that resume, my observations on married vs single life would seem to offer value to those less experienced. If not, at least my notations in this journal may find someone else trying to figure out how we all fit together.
#WarnWorld2017
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