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Sorry to hear about Wesley. The funniest story I know about him is something of which I'm not real proud, but
which can't be changed.
It was back in 1971, Paula and I were living together (by the way, I had been born and
raised a Catholic, but wasn't a Christian at that time).
Wesley musta either assumed we were married or figured we
ought to be. So at the first opportunity he had, at a Houston Canoe Club meeting, he announced to Commodore
Paul Carr that he understood that the club had lost a
member but gained a family.
I was totally oblivious to
his innuendo (I must have been a lot stupider back
then?) but Paul knew exactly what he meant. Paul turned red and then asked me if I wanted to explain Wesley's
comment to the club. I finally realized what was being
discussed, spent about a nanosecond contemplating the
gravity of marriage, and then introduced Paula to the
club as my wife. She was shocked, Paul was shocked, and
I, from that moment on, considered myself married.
So I will always remember Wesley as the preacher who
tied our knot. And he musta done something right,
because we've been married now for 33 years (incidently,
we did get married officially at the first opportunity
after that fateful club meeting). I'm not sure if I
ever told Wesley what he did. But I suppose he's having
a good laugh about it right now.
Thanks for the memories, Wesley.
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