The bride was beautiful and wore a perfect-fitting gown in the very finest of taste; the groom was handsome and happy, the children were seen and not heard, even the many infants. Because of snarled traffic, a trip that used to take under ten minutes took nearly an hour. We weren't the only ones to arrive with little time to spare. Acoustics weren't great, but the officiating of the bride's grandfather was and so was the music--a voice with a future and a saxophone and piano with mood. Home and off with the uncomfortable clothes and two hours of James Brown and his Famous Flames. I see that "Please, Please, Please" brightened 1956, and how!