It was probably late June when my old college pal Dave Broustis called me up from out of nowhere. We hadn't talked in two or three years, but we had been very close in school and he had always been one of my favorite people. It was great to hear from him, and when he invited me to his wedding I immediately accepted. I had some miles to cash in, and I could go visit my parents and grandmother in Port Angeles. So after some doing, I came up with a plan.
First I would fly into Seattle. Then I would get a ride to my wonderfully cheap rental car from Rent-A-Wreck. From there I would drive to Port Angeles and spend a couple days with the folks. Friday I drove back into Seattle for a get-together with some old friends. Saturday would be the wedding. Sunday I would come home. I was saddened that Bethany could not join me, but her finances wouldn't allow it.