The nine-month waiting period until September 13th is a blur in my memory. The only thing for which I was responsible was planning our honeymoon, no easy task for a guy who had never traveled outside of his home turf except by car to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (see blog, SOMETHING IS BURNING), but I was game to give it my best shot.
Our wedding was at 2:00 p.m., followed by a reception at the bride's home. Ruth's sister, Grace and my cousin, Jack were maid of honor and best man, respectively. The wedding went off without a hitch, although some of the people attending were not sure who was getting married, as the pastor addressed us as Henry and Helen, rather than Harry and Ruth!
After a crowded time at the reception, we headed for North Philadelphia train station with family in tow. Into the train we went, found our seats and sank back, exhausted. The porter put the three suitcases up on the rack, looked at the fifty cents I gave him, and gently reminded me that the usual tip was fifty cents a bag. How was an inexperienced, young man like me to know that?
We arrived in NYC at 8:00 p.m. and took a cab to the hotel. The cab driver looked at the $1.00 tip I gave him and kept his hand out until I upped the ante.
Good night.
More, later.
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