My favorite memory

My favorite memory with Aunt Joan was 20 years ago. Aunt Joan was singing at my first wedding (haha) and she had come down to the house on Bergen about a week before the ceremony was supposed to happen to meet the piano player and go over the music. We were with the woman for about an hour and it was great to just watch and listen to her sing in such an intimate setting. No audience, just me (and the piano player).  Uncle Jim was waiting at the house with my mom and dad while we there, so I was apparently in a rush to get back to the house, because I got pulled over for speeding about 5 minutes away from my house. I didn't get a ticket, but I did get an earful fromAunt Joan. And, of course, she told my dad as soon as we walked in the door.  But truly just a great lady