Yesterday evening around seven my wife turned to me and said “What were you doing at this very minute 27 years ago today?” I responded unhesitatingly, “I was being pulled over by the California Highway Patrol”.
Yesterday was our 27th wedding anniversary. After a morning wedding at my wife’s parish church in Southern California and a delightful brunch reception at a local restaurant, we hopped on a plane for San Jose and rented a car to drive to a quick honeymoon in Carmel before driving my wife’s truck, her pet rabbit, and her possessions back home to Evanston. The Highlands Inn is idyllic, by the way.
My wife drove from the airport to the Inn. She generally drives when we’re in the car together. Thirty or forty minutes from the airport we were pulled over for speeding by a female California Highway Patrol officer. My wife turned to me, angry at herself, and said “This is a great way to start our married life”. The CHP officer asked “You were just married? Show me your rings. They’re too shiny!” She let us off with a warning.