In the early days of our marriage, mr. kenju and I were invited to the wedding of a college classmate of his, which was being held in Greenwich, Connecticut. It promised to be a terrific party, and there was no way we would miss it. We would go to NYC, stay with his parents and then drive to the wedding on Sat. morning.
We couldn't leave Norfolk until Friday after work, so we set out late that afternoon in our 1963 Volkswagen Beetle, pearl white with apple red interior. As we approached New Jersey, it began to snow; small flurries at first and then ever larger and larger flakes. New York is really beautiful in the throes of a snowstorm, especially at night. We arrived at his parent's home about 11 pm and soon went to sleep, being very tired from the trip but nonetheless excited about the party coming up.
Awaking the next morning early, we were greeted by the sight of snow at least 12" deep. Undaunted (as the young often are), we never considered not going northward to the wedding, so Mr. kenju put the wedding gift in the trunk of the car (which, as you'll remember, is in the front), and we set out a little early, to allow extra time in the snow.
We had to cross the Throg's Neck Bridge, which was icy, since the cars travelling over it earlier in the day had packed the snow down hard. It was also very windy up on the bridge; it is very high, which allows boats to travel under it easily. You may read about this bridge here:
As we began our ascent up the bridge, the wind blew open the trunk hood of the Volks, flattening it back against the windshield, which, by some miracle, was not broken. Mr. kenju stopped the car, and attempted to get out so he could secure the hood. The bridge was icy and the wind was so fierce, that he could hardly get out of the car to begin with, and almost fell on the ice several times before he made it to the front of the car. Adding to the aggravation, his hat blew off. Retrieving it was a real pain. Pulling the hood down against the wind was a feat fit for Superman, but he eventually got it down. Since the hood had been bent, he had to tie it down to the grill. Eventually, we got on our way again.
We arrived in Greenwich late, of course. The wedding had already started, and so we decided to go on to the reception site and wait for the party to begin.
I know this is a very long post - but there is more to the story. If you'd care to read on, go here: