This weekend is the hot wedding. John Stewart is getting married out at Sardis Lake at half past five on Saturday. Bring your swimsuit, goggles, flip-flops, and suntan oil. This is the perfect time of day for dying of heat stroke. Around five the asphalt is so hot you can cook an egg, there is not a breath of wind and no air is available to breathe. I imagine half of the old ladies will die and the other half pass out. I hope they have ambulances standing by. On the plus side, I think there will be plenty of cold beer.