Kentucky Stories

Memories, both fond and otherwise, can be recalled by the least expected of external stimuli. A snatch of conversation, the scent of a Spring blossom, a few bars of a tune long since in vogue. Many things. So it was last week whilst queued-up in suffocating heat, waiting to board the Chunnel train back to Britain last summer, that my glance fell upon one of the uniformed young women directing cars aboard the upper deck of...

  It's a great day for a white wedding. Unfortunately, this bride felt blue. A lesbian wedding is no longer a novelty but remained merely a pipe dream for me until today as I stood in front of loved ones at the rustic Kentucky wedding chapel.  Klea, my bride-to-be, was late. Disappointing but not worrisome since her tardiness was legendary. A bluegrass band was playing either Bruno Mars' "Marry You" or the romantic tear-j...