On a Saturday in early September, in the entrance to Timmons Chapel on the campus of Pittsburg State University, I had a vision. It was a flash of movie dialog going through my head: “You come to me on the day of my daughter’s wedding, and you ask of me a favor.’ It was my wife asking me to put together a tripod that was to hold a poster that contained pictures of the bride and groom as babies with baby food smeared across their faces. On one hand, it was a worthy thing, well within my skillset, all the parts were there, no tools needed, no glue necessary.