The boy thought if he walked along University Avenue he might find a Rabbi in one of the apartment houses. The girl said all right, try.
      There was a faded sign on a building near the old Washington Bridge: MARRIAGES PERFORMED--Ground Floor. The boy found the Rabbi in the hot and dark living room, which was also his chapel. The Rabbi said yes, he could marry them in the afternoon.
      The boy told the girl and she said she'd wash and iron the white linen suit his sister Fay had lent her; it would be nice for the ceremony. Then they told the people who had to know and he went for a ring.
      The ceremony, with all its mumbo-jumbo, seemed to take forever. The boy fidgeted. The girl was calm.
      When it was over, they went downtown to the Empire State Tower (on a pass) to look at their wonderful town in the gathering dusk. Then they went to the Music Hall (press pass again) and saw Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in some musical and took the IRT back to his father's Bronx apartment.
      That was in July 1934.
      The wedding didn't make the papers. Hell, it was just two more kids in love marrying on a dime and a prayer. The only turmoil was in their hearts.
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