He’s just passed away at 95, and I am reminded of the first time he messed with me – as I was asking for his daughter’s hand in marriage
When my wife and I got engaged 33 years ago, she immediately rang her mother. “We’re getting married, Jesus Christ,” she said down the phone. Then she laughed for a bit, then she hung up.
“She says you have to go and see my father to request my hand in marriage,” my future wife said.
“What?” I said. “Are you kidding?”
“Apparently not,” she said. Her parents had been divorced since she was nine, but they were on good terms.
