The Tuxedo fitting
When my best friend told me that he was getting married and he wanted me to be his best man, I was thrilled to say the least. I had known Brian since high school and although we lived a few hundred miles apart, we made a habit of calling each other as often as possible and even meeting for drinks or dinner every now and then. My wife Kim has only met him a handful of times because of her work demands. I got off the phone with Brian after madly scribbling down some notes on the back of an...