“One of God’s own prototypes…never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”

How do a Southern woman and a Mexican kid from the California farm country meet in Boston and get married? Well funny you should ask….

I’d just been in Boston about 3 weeks when I decided to jump on the Redline and head out to a Cambridge sports bar, and who should be sitting at the bar, but our fair bride. I offered to buy her a beer and with that look we all know well  “No, but you can buy me a Bourbon.” Un-shaken I offered my view that  tequila was a superior libation, but I’d oblige.

Jess “So what’s your name?”

Me- “Gerardo”

Jess- “That’s not going to work for me”