It’s a whirlwind week as we three are in Chattanooga, TN to prep for The Wedding of the Century as The Wife’s baby brother is tying the knot. So we’re deconstructing a chimney, moving bricks, cleaning messes, framing the floor, and patching a steep roof (a project saturated with caution, lest we create a painfully ironic headline, “Local Man Breaks Neck and Pelvis Three Days Before Own Wedding”). We’re staying at the lively Fly House , where at least three cousins are constantly at play, plus various neighbors and family passing through, plus a spare infant who mysteriously comes and goes. Of course, the real guest list is only beginning to arrive, and the party will undoubtedly reach a fevered pitch in the days to come. It’ll be in-laws, outlaws, friends, neighbors and Y’Aunt Faye, and it’ll be one great time.