Two Years Ago Today
When you blog for a while, you end up with a lot of stuff.
Two years ago today, I was blogging about a marriage by proxy in which Pfc. David Shultz was represented by Ms. Carolyn Wiggs. As a result, Ms. Kelly Shultz and Ms. Carolyn Wiggs exchanged wedding vows in El Paso, Texas.
Carolyn Wiggs is still at First Christian Church, El Paso.
Here's an old article from the Houston Chronicle:
When Pfc. David Shultz called from Iraq this morning, his sweetheart had some good news. From her home, she informed him that they were now husband and wife....
Kelly Shultz, 25, said she had heard about the procedure and went to the Internet to search for more information. She found a story about a Montana woman who had been married by proxy and found out it also was legal in Texas....
[Rev.] Grousnick said Kelly Shultz had an affidavit from her soon-to-be husband and when she went to pick up the marriage license, the associate minister [Wiggs] who served as the proxy had to run down to the courthouse to sign the form....
The couple was engaged on Feb. 14 [2003], but he was deployed to Iraq from Fort Riley, Kan., on Sept. 6 [2003]. Kelly Shultz said her new husband is expected to return in September [2004] and they are planning a church wedding shortly thereafter.
Can't find out what happened to the couple.
What else was I blogging about two years ago? Confidentiality of the Physician-Giraffe Relationship. Strange Bedfellows, or Smooth Criminals (Michael Jackson and R Kelly). Site of the Day (Anecdotage).
But my favorite was a trip farther back in time, to a David Fricke review of four then-new albums. Here's what he said about Depeche Mode's "Speak and Spell":
Compared to Soft Cell's smutty pop, Depeche Mode's Speak and Spell is strictly PG-rated fluff. A group of fresh-faced, suburban lads from Britain, they have neither the ambition of Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark nor the overt commercial allure of the Human League.
Well, three-quarters of that unambitious, non-commercial quartet have just released another album this month. Who'd have thunk it? Time for a fake David Fricke interview with this unambitious bunch:
RS: Where do you see Depeche Mode twenty years from now?
DG: When, after my drug overdose?
(Guffaws)
MG: Vince won't be writing the songs any more. I'll be doing that.
DG: No! Me! Me!
AF: I'll have my own record label. But they will be very small records, only about 5 inches in diameter or so.
RS: Vince, you've been quiet. Vince? Where did he go?
MG: You're going to have to make an erasure of your last comment. And erase the part about Dave's drug overdose too.
DG: I'll grow a goatee and long hair and be a rock star!
AF: Dream on, dream on.
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