The Luckiest Fool
A June day, two young people in love, and a little country church surrounded by cornfields. With a setting like that, what could possibly ruin the wedding ceremony?
The weather and a groom who had no idea what he was doing, to start.
Anyone attending our 1974 wedding must have thought the marriage was doomed before it had even begun. A few days before the ceremony, a tornado came within a half mile of our wedding site, St. John’s, a small church near Reynolds, Ill. Farm buildings were smashed, combines were crumpled into balls of dull yellow and
