My oldest son Mike is marrying his beloved Tara Oct. 25 here in Jacksonville. While he has been panicking for about a week, a full-blown panic will arrive here shortly at the house, where we are hosting a rehearsal dinner. The yard, post TS Fay, is a disaster and the tiki bar, which various sons promised Mom for Christmas two years ago, remains incomplete.
SGT Mark is the best man and we haven't confirmed whether the Army will let him have a three-day pass. I hope they do since I left a 50 percent non-refundable deposit on his tux yesterday.