Saturday, March 14, 2009
One year ago, my uncle met Michele at the end of the parade route. Today, he proposed.
He wore a kilt and asked a couple of bagpipers to play as he got down on one knee. He offered her an emerald set with two diamonds. She said yes.
We met up with them later. I popped the champagne. My Uncle Billy gave a toast. What a celebration.
My uncle is 54 years old and has never been married. Sometimes love comes later for us South Buffaloians. But when it comes...it's true.