The wedding party took place at the Police Hall, several hours after the ceremony. People from all corners of town showed up, as if it were a finale in a musical: various people I'd met over the last 8 years. Rhonda grew up Seventh Day Adventist, so both Rhonda and Carl are vegetarians (Did you know that Kellogg was a 7th Day Adventist, and invented Corn Flakes as a religious food? Read THE CORNFLAKE CRUSADE or my book-in-progress for more information). Dinner was a baked potato bar, chips, and salad. I drank a lot of root beer. Juno says she'd be more likely to get married if she could have a baked potato bar and chips.

I got a little stoned with balloons. I kept taking pictures of them from all angles. I sat with the pastor––and his wife–– who married the couple. Mrs. Pastor told me about a terrible bike accident she had. She lost her short-term memory but didn't break a bone. She said God was watching over her. I guess that's where God was when other people fell off and died. Oops--a bitter pill.

I ended the night at a truckstop, to pick up some gas and root beer (more). I saw a pair of boots there that I couldn't resist and tried them on with my suit, as men were filing into the back of the truckstop for showers. The cashier was ringing up my boots and yelling numbers for the people waiting to shower. You'll see the boots soon.