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A woman sat down beside me. "I live in the mountains of Colorado, and
this is all somewhat overwhelming," she said.
"You came all the way from Colorado?" "My grandmother was Dorothy's maid of honor at her first wedding." "You mean to Luke McCrae?" I asked. "Yes," the woman responded. Her name, she said, was Gwen. "Are you from New Hampshire?" "Yes. Originally." I told her that I was from Massachusetts. "My Grandmother and my great Grandmother were also at that wedding," I said. "Dorothy sent me an invitation and the money for the plane fare -- along with a note saying to use it for something I wanted to do if I didn't want to come. So of course I came," Gwen told me. |