Last month, my niece told us she was having a theme wedding instead of a regular wedding.
I thought this was great, but it may be a theme few people cared to attend. She laughed and told us that me and gramps would feel right at home. I had a feeling I was going to be insulted, and I wasn’t wrong. She told me it was a Roaring 20s theme, and they were having it at Ragtops Automobile Museum. My husband told me the only reason I wouldn’t go is because I had gotten too fat for my flapper dress. I wasn’t too fat, and I ran upstairs to the attic to rummage through the old crate. Living in Royal Palm Beach, FL put me only a short distance from Ragtops Automobile Museum, but we had never been there. It was too hot to go outside, and he wanted to stay inside. One time it was winter, and tourists would be there. I thought he was kidding about going to Ragtops, since he said about summer and heat, and I knew they would have air conditioning. Now, our granddaughter is getting married at the Ragtops Automobile Museum. I wish I could describe all the cars they had for sale, and all about their museum. It was amazing, and I could easily see a wedding taking place here. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I remember hearing my grandmother talk about the Roaring 20s. He asked me if I really didn’t want to go to the wedding. I told him I still fit in the dress, but we had to find him a Zoot Suit made for huskies.