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43 years ago...
...at about this time, I was on my way to my wedding, and got stuck in a parade. I got loose from it by chasing a fire truck till I got clear of the traffic congestion, and then driving 90 mph to the next town, 30 miles away. I ditched my '71 Monte Carlo at the Chevy dealer (which closed at noon) so as to escape it's being decorated and otherwise sabotaged (customary, back then), and walked three blocks to the church. It was a chaotic day that I'll never forget, although I don't remember the details of the wedding too well. Mrs. Bisley remembers them, though, so I just smile and nod.