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Heather and Barry's Wedding

Jon

Father of the groom

How many dad’s start learning to hang-glide when they are 70? Well, this one did! We both hope we can remain as active as he is.

Wes

BIP

Wes, Man of Many Talents. One of them is helping Barry make sense of this crazy world. If he lived closer than 3,000 miles away, Barry would be much more sane.

Save the Date!

It has come to our attention that the US Mail ate many of the Save the Date postcards we sent out. How rude! For those of you who never received it, here it is.

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Len

BIP

Len is as excellent a game player as he is a friend. Most recently, he has been kicking Barry’s butt at racquetball. Hint: Don’t bet against him.

Barbara

Mother of the Groom

Mom Barbara has been progamming computers since “programming” meant “connecting ALUs together with wires.” Like mother, like son. Thanks, mom! :-)

Esther & Bernie

Parents of the Bride

Both born in the state of New York, Bernie and Esther met in Cortland some 32 years ago. They both had a passion for art, music, and education. They honed these loves together and then passed them on to Heather, for which she is very grateful.

Bethany

HIP of Honor

Bethie is the HIP Heather has known the longest. Granted, she is her little sister. Hopefully Heather’s niece will come into the world in time to let Bethie come to the wedding. :)

Adam

Ketubah Signer

Barry and Adam have been friends since the early 1980s when they met “online” which, at that time, meant BBS’s over 300 baud modems! It was a total mAdHoUsE.

Bonnie

HIP

Bonnie was the first person to befriend Heather in Boston when she first moved here. She has been an invaluable resource both in helping Heather to find her way around the city and in establishing ties with the local Jewish community.

Heather's Story

The sky started out overcast on July 30, 2000 as I pulled into the meeting spot. I thought back to earlier that summer when my best friend, Rachel, had dragged me to the Deerfield River to take me whitewater rafting. I remember being petrified that I was going to fall out of the raft, and probably didn’t actually help much with the paddling that day.