In This Issue
- Flanigan’s Net Positive: Father of the Bride!
- Maine Boasts Lobsters… and Heat Pumps
- BTS Fans Take On Coal
- Seven Majors Form The Charging Coalition
- Porsche’s Charging Lounges
- Powering Rivian’s Adventure Network
- Rural Electrification: Yellow in Africa
- Flanigan’s Ego-Logic Podcast Updates
Flanigan’s Net Positive: Father of the Bride!
All eyes on the bride as we entered the chapel. What a thrill to be the father of the bride and to have the bride on my arm. And there was Jake at the altar, beaming like no one can beam, loving the sight of his bride-to-be walking up the aisle flanked by her parents. We’ve been trained to slow-pace our processional. Then the hand off… a quick kiss and hug and I take my spot in the first pew.
Like a few of us, I involuntarily tear up easily with joy. The kids’ graduations and performances have triggered my tears for years; sometimes items on the nightly news hit me. Admittedly so damned soft I am, embarrassingly so. But I did not want to be like my dear friend Alan who fell apart trying to toast his beloved daughter’s marriage. An emotional bust. That I was not going to do.
Throughout the weekend, family and friends were joyous, universally comfortable with this wedding couple’s match, a pairing as good as it gets. Skye and Jake are a wonderful fit of personalities, dynamic and devoted. They are both driven souls, super athletic, with big aspirations.
Prior to heading to the chapel for the wedding ceremony, Skye and Jake and immediate family and witnesses gathered for the reading and signing of the Ketubah, the Jewish wedding contract. Jake’s father Leonard read the Ketubah with the sincerity of deep tradition, with comfort and love.
The ceremony took place under the traditional Huppah, a wedding canopy framing the couple and the officiant, Cousin Liz. Skye and Jake’s voices were strong; their love and excitement so pronounced. Their vows were powerful and struck us all. I did tear up then. Some commitments were deep, others fun. Jake committed to recycling, folding at least some of his clothes, and buying an EV.
Skye and Jake are efficient project managers and the weekend-long celebration reflected that. Every detail was covered. Great meals and drinks; tours and tennis. The venue was spectacular, in the heart of the Hudson River Valley. Skye’ great-grandparents founded the prep school in 1931 to shape young men. They instilled a philosophy of life in them and throughout the school community: “non sibi sed cunctis”… “not for oneself but for all.” My mom, who attended the wedding, was one year old when Millbrook School was founded. She grew up on campus.
At Millbrook, every student is required to chip in, to have a role in community service. A most unusual student job at Millbrook is “zoo crew.” Millbrook has an accredited zoo that is open to the public. Students on zoo crew care for assigned animals come rain or shine, and sleet and snow. Daughter Sierra looked after endangered golden lion tamarins when she went to Millbrook. At different times all weekend, wedding goers walked down to the zoo, across the bridge at its entrance, over the rushing stream. A red panda was seen and photographed.
At the reception, I kicked off the speeches and focused on waiting for Jake… wondering who he would be. “Where’s Jake?” was the refrain. Was he from Laguna? From Millbrook? Skye went to college in Denver, semester abroad in New Zealand, worked in Boston, grad school in Cambridge. At every step, and as she matured, I kept wondering who would be right for Skye. “Where’s Jake?” When would he surface, become a reality, become part of my family? “Where’s Jake?”
What a band. Long before dinner was served, and well before the speeches, most guests hit the dance floor. Then the formal program began with the bride and groom’s dance. Shortly thereafter was the father/daughter dance. We were in step and deliberately slow as we gazed into each others’ eyes as we swayed and sang out, “What a Wonderful World,” the song made famous by Louis Armstrong.
Then the Hora dance, a Jewish tradition in which newlyweds are raised by the groomsmen and lifted into the air on chairs. The bride and groom went up and down riding like bucking broncos. Skye was not happy… later reporting that her dress was slipping and she feared a fall was imminent. Then Jake’s parents Marion and Leonard were raised into the air. They’d clearly done it before. I tried to slip into the shadows, but then it was my turn. Oh no! Fortunately my “chair-men” held a consistent angle for me, keeping me in my seat waiving a bandana in a victorious twirl.
The dancing was wild… and we all cut it loose, the humidity reducing me. After the first set, Terry and I slipped off to our nearby dorm room to switch into jeans and party shirts. Then more dancing, weaving in and out and rocking with contingents from California, Colorado, Illinois, Massachusetts, Maryland/DC, New Mexico, North Carolina, Tennessee, Vermont, Ontario, and more. Some 175 of us gathered, witnessed, broke bread at five meals, and danced hard!
So proud of Skye and Jake. Their bond is spot on; the weekend was magical. They are immensely popular, and at the wedding they were showered with love. All parents attest forms of bewilderment as our off-spring become full-scale beings. We witness their drive and aspirations, their moods and energies, the circle of friends they make and keep. Skye and Jake have lots of family and friends that deeply support them.
What an honor to be the father of the bride. I hand off a dynamo! I gain a son! So pleased and lucky to report that I have a happy child and thus a happy heart.