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The Lutheran Church on Seminary street is a relatively newer church, having been built in the 20's.  But they certainly knew what they were doing.  It is in the classical European style  with a heaven-reaching high ceiling and massive stone walls.  Beautiful doesn't do it justice.     


It was nice to be in this stately and awe-inspiring place, certainly beats the newer style butler building churches being built today.   





Rehearsal went without a hitch, except for the one line I had in this play, "Her Mother and I" was excised.  Sadly, the powers that be either determined I was incapable of executing the line properly or like the new math, Lutherans have evolved into a slightly different approach.


If you can't appreciate the otherworldliness of this place and not feel, at least a little bit, that there is a God in heaven, then you have lost the ability to feel what architecture can achieve.


And while we are learning our steps, and hushed excitement builds, the world goes on: these kids play basketball in the parking lot. 


CC speaks on behalf of the groom at the rehearsal dinner.


While the elegant and beautiful Ms. Sharona says a few words for her friend, the Bride. 


And once back at the hotel, the finishing touches for the reception and wedding tomorrow proceed into the wee hours.   This is Patti, Nancy's sister, who not only does not age, but remains sidesplittingly funny.    


Nancy joining in on the early-morning fun.  And, oddly, I think it was fun.  At least everyone seemed to be having a few laughs.  I was too tired to follow, and of course, a little upset over the removal of my one speaking line.


Amy, Patti's daughter, focusing on her project.  Amy was in St. pete a few months atop and visited, and it was great to see her again.    


Ms. Sharona seemingly upset at a camera pointing at her.  It may look like that, but actually, she was directing us in another round of Kumbaya.

With the second day under our belts, and having survived rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, we rest up for the big day tomorrow.

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