Flashbulbs Popping
Apr 05, 2022
3 minutes
By Joyce Benedict
In 1956, my best friend had decided to quit business school and get married. She called me at college where I was a sophomore to tell me the good news. It was September. The wedding would occur during Christmas break in our hometown of Mamaroneck, N.Y. “Would I be her maid of honor?” she asked.
I was delighted until I learned of the huge wedding she’d planned with at least 500 people attending. My phobia of crowds kicked in. I thought, Oh no! I’ll
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