On the far left is my father's brother, David. Next to him is my father who didn't tell anyone he was showing up in a kilt.

The other guy is the groom-- by this point it is about 80 degrees in the 1920s Frank Lloyd Wright church (he clearly didn't believe in air conditioning) and in about 30 minutes after this pic, I'm wishing I had not insisted that we get married in the same church as mom got married (and had her funeral) in. (I don't regret it a bit, heat and all).