The School

One Sunday in September we ventured out looking for something new in town. I drove us out to one of those motherload junk houses, where you can find just about anything, whether it's a pink Colt 45 ceramic ashtray (like the one that holds my jewelry) or the Ghostbuster's ambulance (that Kale had when he was little). I had been there before and I had neglected to take my one true love to such a fantastic place. It is now one of our favorites. On the way out, I took us to the Old Bridgeport School, an abandoned school house turned antique mall. The school was built in 1941 and my father attened elementary school there. Old stuff is our bread and butter, I'm very fortunate to have found someone who shares the same distinct passion for other people's junk. As I recall, we bought some Star Wars and Strawberry Shortcake candy molds that day. But, the point of this is the way the gymnasium grabbed us both by the neck and slapped us around a bit, woke us up - this is it! This is where you will be married.

We walked in and it hit me and I said it out loud, "I wish we could have our wedding here." He said he knew exactly what I thinking. Maybe we could? We inquired. Yes, we could. And everything started to fall into place...