re: #129 Love-Child of Cassandra and Sisyphus

Because of RC geographics, Wife and I had to get married at my last parish-of-record even though I had just got out of the Army at Ft Knox, and Wife had followed me from there. (Priest re-registered my address as “vargas”, Latin for ‘vagrant”.)

That parish had a huge church on Park Ave, a few blocks from Grand Central. We had 4 adult guests and a gatecrasher in a cavernous nave. We asked for Bach, and the only Bach the $50 organist had on hand was the Toccata, so that’s “Our Song”. Ours and Vincent Price’s.