A Wedding Day The day was August 17, 1974. The weather was hot, the people were gathered to watch. The moment had arrived; I was ready to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, someone walks in and states "the groom isn't here"! I couldn't believe it. The quests were told there would be a delay. Then after forty-five minutes, which seemed like an eternity, the groom arrived. The wedding began. I met my fiancé in the summer downtown on the street in front of the Piggly Wiggly, a local grocery store. I was on a lunch break from work. I really don't know how we ever managed to get married. He never really asked me to marry him. We were at the movies one night and he went to get popcorn. As he got