The Happiest Day
November 8, 1986, I got a call from Chris. Any other time I would have been up for a chat with my ol' buddy, but the day was kinda special and I was in a hurry.
It was my wedding day.
"Chris, can we talk later? I've got to get the church- Don't want them startin' without me."
"Can you pick me up on the way?"
"Funny - Charlotte is a coupla inches down the map from here, I'm in Newark, New Jersey."
"What a coincidence, me, too!...I'm at Newark Airport. Me and my camera decided we HAD to capture your big day for posterity."
It was a complete surprise. I almost cried.
I borrowed a car, sped over to the airport and shook my friend's hand at the gate. Then, we broke every traffic law on the books to get to the ceremony; singing "Get Me To The Church On Time" the whole way.
Thanks to Chris Skala I have a visual record of one of the happiest days of my life.... He showed up just when I needed him most.
He had a habit of doing that.
Chris will be missed. But ironically, I will never need a video camera to keep his image fresh in my mind; for I will see him again... And on THAT happy day we will shake hands at the Ultimate Airport, just inside another gate... one made of gold.