Reformatting, updating and re-posting of an article first published on March 2nd, 2014.
Late, last summer we went to British Columbia, Canada to attend the wedding of my nephew and his beautiful bride. It was supposed to be a wonderful event, and it was, but it certainly didn’t start out that way.
Family lore has it that at every big, family function, Anne (that would be me) will either arrive with or manage to acquire during said event, some manner of physical …
