Tim and I were engaged on St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, 1984. We planned the wedding for December 25th, Christmas Day — after all, nobody does anything after dinner that day, except lay around and digest their turkey, right? Maybe watch a football game or something? Nothing important. They could come to our wedding!
Tim lived in an apartment at Creekside, but he owned a house on Hobart Drive which he rented out. The tenant moved out of the house in the summer, and my son Paul and I went ahead and moved in.
Tim wanted to remodel part of the house, basically enclose the carport to enlarge the kitchen and living room. His cousin Harvey was a building contractor and he drew up the plans for us, promising to get started right away so the house would be finished in plenty of time for the wedding. Sure.
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