Way back in 2002, when my now-wife Amber and I moved to California, I drove a U-Haul cross-country from Ohio while Amber stayed behind and finished up her job. It was chock full of our belongings and dragging my car behind it, and the trip would’ve been a solo mission if my friend Clint didn’t step up and come with me.
Fast forward fourteen years and I’m hopping out of a back seat of a car well after midnight in the middle of rural Vermont after a very long day of delayed flights and a pair of double IPAs (thanks, Kyle and Pam!) and Clint and I embrace like no time had passed at all. We had only seen each other once since that cross-country trip. Now I was there to document his marriage to Antoinette.