Kathi Kamen Goldmark and I are getting hitched June 12, which in one sense is not really news, as we have been living together for years. In fact, when we told my niece Sophie, she turned to her mom Michelle and said, “Aren’t they already married?” But still, it’s a big deal. I know, because I used to be a Presbyterian minister, and when people got married I was taught to emphasize the big deal-ness of the event. Kathi and I have both been married once before (to other people), and we have both had other relationships—I, in fact, am currently in a relationship with a picture of a supermodel on a billboard near my office, but I think she is going to break my heart, like they all do. Women. But anyhow, my point is, Kathi and I know what a serious commitment we are making, which raises the whole question of vows. Scott Turow is conducting the wedding, and he asked if we wanted to write our own. All I could think of was the part where we say “I do.” But really, wouldn’t it make more sense to say, “Here goes!” Or perhaps, “Geronimo!”?