47 years ago, @judello and I stood next to the Gazebo in Wooldridge Park, Austin, Texas. We were married by Buck Smith, Justice of the Peace. The gazebo did not have a yoga class at that time. In fact, things were much smaller then, as you can see by the second photograph, and color photography had not yet been invented, although rock and roll music was established, and psychedelic music was being invented at Armadillo World Headquarters near to where we stood, but that is another story.
The ceremony was brief and informal. A random sample of the eleven siblings from the @judello family came from San Antonio, stopping only to pick wildflowers to hurl at us. I had thought that stories about nervous grooms were ridiculous, but my knees became so weak during the marriage vows that I expected to follow over backwards. I knew that Buck Smith would continue, even as I was lying upon my back looking up. He had already demonstrated his cool by casually flicking away an errant wildflower that had landed upon the page he was reading. For the record, my knees held out. I wish I could show you the wedding outfit that @judello created for herself, but we cannot find the photos of the wedding. I wore a white guayubera to match her white culattes. This was the most important day of my life, comparable only to the birth of our daughter, a decade later.