Something old, something new

Weddings Dig Up the Past For Me

I’m going to my nephew’s wedding this weekend.

My most vivid memory of this young man is from long ago, when he, his brothers, and my two sons were at my parents’ home in Aiken for a visit. Five boys left to their own devices, and what did they do? Make blaster rays from legos and run around the yard shooting at each other. Sigh.

But all those five boys have grown into fine young men. My nephew has a romantic streak — he proposed to his fiancee at the top of th...