Grady Harris spent his young life hitchhiking, working various jobs and playing in a band. When he met his future wife, he found his ‘bulwark’ and has never looked back
O
n Grady Harris’s wedding day, his father, a Presbyterian preacher, presided over the vows. “And when my father told us to kiss, and we did, I felt a sense of joy that I’d never felt before,” Harris says. “I’ve had a life full of happiness … But that was a new joy.”
Harris was 60, and marrying for the first time. Now 69, he lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with his wife, Marcia Wood, 66, who has an art gallery in the city. At times, their relationship must have seemed unlikely – 12 years separated their first and second dates, and they met by chance through a long chain of friends of friends.
“Coincidence is about as close to magic as we get in the real world,” Harris says.
