Aug. 2,1980

Without Victor and Doris Lavy, there would have been no 8-2-80. Without Ray and Billie Collingsworth, no 8-2-80. 'Course, I guess Adam and Eve were important, too. Actually, there would have still been an 8-2-80. (Well, maybe not without Adam and Eve! )It just wouldn't have been an important date. Maybe it would be important to someone. As you can see, sometimes I get what is commonly called the "Allyson Lavy Syndrome", where a person just blathers on and on before getting to the point.

Aug. 2, 1980 dawned clear and hot. I awoke in my room at 9163 Neff Rd. and prepared to go to Dayton, Ohio to be married. Sometime in the forenoon it was time to leave. My father, good old Vic (Blinkle, as I affectionately called him) hoisted my 165lb frame onto his shoulders, and hauled me to my beautiful, blue 1976 Chrysler Cordoba, in which I would be taking my last drive as a free man.

To make a long story short (of course, this goes against the Ally Syndrome) it was`hotter than blue blazes at the Air Street Church where Rena and I were wed. You would think they would have had "air" at Air Street, but believe me, there was no air. After about an hour and a half, all the formalities were over and we could get on to the reception and then on with the show! However, no description of the wedding would be complete withhout reminding everyone that there were two little girls who noisily told all who would listen that the wedding was taking too long. By the way, those two girls were almost exactly the same age. They looked just alike. They still look very similar. One lives out west somewhere and one lives in Ohio...Oh, well, that's OK, I thought it was too long, too.

After the reception it was off to Georgetown, Kentucky(you thought that was just where the Bengals practiced) and then Gatlinburg, Tenn. We loved Gatlinburg so much, we have been going back for years, sometimes even taking the kids along.

Next time we visit,the Hedgehog arrives.