Maureen and I went to a wedding over Labor Day weekend, downstate in Sullivan, Illinois. Her ex-roommate Carol got married to this guy Andrea, who is from Rome. He lives in the Chicago area now, and he’s moving down to Sullivan to be with his bride.
From Rome, to Chicago, to Sullivan. Now, to me, that’s love. I mean, Sullivan’s not a bad place. But tall corn country is a serious choice, coming from, well, Rome. It’s a context thing.
The wedding was beautiful. These two love each other. Andrea was busy finding things to appreciate about Sullivan. Not in a forced way, he just seems like a naturally happy guy, and here he is.
Carol and Andrea are Maureen’s close friends. I haven’t gotten to know them much yet. I’ve heard wonderful things. I look forward to getting to know them better.