Remembering Mayor Maggie

I had enough to worry about on my wedding day. I had a family full of people who could embarrass me at the drop of a hat. My best man had an incriminating picture hidden in his tuxedo jacket that he kept threatening to show my wife. I didn’t need the celebrant losing track of things.

But that’s just what happened. After I did my vows – or Maria did hers, I forget who went first – things skipped ahead to the next part without allowing the other one of us to say the vows. I tried to get the celebrants attention, but it took a moment or two, so we had to backtrack and re-do the vows then get to the rings part.

That’s my favorite Maggie Hormel story. There are others, but the laughter she brought while celebrating my wedding will always top the list.

Worth a Shot

I like to try and support local food places. When Maria was working on Saturday, I figured I'd hit a place I had never tried before. I was hankering for…

Tradition Has Its Place

When Maria and I first talked about getting married, we looked at where we might want to live. We had lived in Hanover for a few years each, but didn’t know if this is where we wanted to settle permanently.

The longer we thought about it, however, the more we realized we didn’t want to leave.

We didn’t have that far to travel to Lancaster or Baltimore to visit our families. We had a nice quiet neighborhood to raise a child. We grew quite fond of local traditions and customs.

The local paper has had a lot of back-and-forth about our local Halloween traditions. I don’t like to get high and mighty, but the newcomers should back off.