My most memorable wedding, other than my own, was of a college friend. It was held in Polish Catholic church building in Crete, Illinois. Not being Catholic, I was not prepared for all the kneeling. And I didn't notice the gap in the bench where my right knee would land. Yes, you guessed it. I went sideways and took out the rest of the groomsmen's row.
All through the ceremony, the groom's dad, the former police chief of Harvey, Illinois, cracked jokes. For instance, he relentlessly mocked his son in a white tux and bright white shoes, when he kneeled and exposed his off-white socks. I also remember him whispering to us, "Why is there so much food at a Polish wedding reception? It keeps the flies off the bride!"
