The minute I met Paul, I liked him. Maybe because he dropped an F-Bomb after 5 minutes of talking. I have been known to have a salty mouth myself, and after living on a sailboat for a few years, you just sort of become a pirate. But I digress… Rachel. What’s not to like about Rachel? She’s sweet and kind, beautiful, and she drinks beer, nay, enjoys it, which is always a plus in a good woman. To think that Paul almost missed out on all this goodness because he waited like a month just to call her up gives me shivers. Thankfully, by the time he got the nerve up to call her, she was still available. In the end, these two (who I can assure you are made for each other) came together and got married on a damn fine day in September in Sonoma.