My Wedding Day, Or Is It? The day was August 17, 1974. The weather was hot; the people were gathered to watch. The moment had arrived; I was ready to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, someone walked in and stated, "The groom isn't here!" I couldn't believe it. The guests were told there would be a delay. The groom finally arrived; the wedding began, but only after… I met my fiancé in the summer downtown on the street in front of the Piggly Wiggly, a local grocery store. I was on a lunch break from work. I really don't know how we ever managed to get married; he never really asked me to marry him. We were at the movies one night, and he went to get popcorn. As he g