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The next week was a blur of partying and getting down with the bridesmaids and groomsmen. We found ourselves at the world famous Woodshed most evenings listening to the likes of Hennesey and Bobcat Furry and pleading for relief from the jukebox. I was parked at Sweetwater Forest in Brewster, MA and that is where the Clipper decided to stay. It happened the night of the rehearsal dinner. I was to meet everyone at the church and when I went to start my trusty steed, she would not run. The battery was shot so I had to commandeer a ride to the church, arriving a half-hour late to the dismay of those in attendance. I think rehearsals are more for the minister than for the wedding party but I kept quiet and we quickly learned the drill. The next day I charged the battery and replaced a bunch of cables and wire and all was good... the Clipper was again ready for action. My souvenir from the week was a nasty respiratory infection imported
from Denver by my brother. It is still with me and must be kicked
soon or it will surely result in my untimely demise.
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