They say rain on your wedding day is a good omen. Raining trash, maybe not so much.
As we sat in the pews — assigned seating, relegating those like myself to the back of the church — the ceiling gave way. Black trash bags rained down upon the altar, bursting open and spewing slimy table scraps, disposable diapers, plastic bottles, etc.
A bridesmaid stood at the pulpit reciting First Corinthians Thirteen.
IRV OSLIN 