So I said, "Mom, I don't really believe that rice thrown over my head will make me fertile, and I think it would be hypocrisy to participate in a symbolistic ritual that I don't endorse." (Or something to that effect.) So I brought some leftover Fasnacht confetti, which didn't get thrown at the wedding; I don't remember why. On our way to the airport bound for our Jamaican honeymoon . . . well, you can see what happened.--March 1995.

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