My parents honeymooned in Asbury Park. Not that they wanted to. At their wedding (during the war), one of the guests stole my fathers cash and gas rationing stamps (nice guest). They were suppose to drive to Virginia Beach. My grandfather handed them a wad of cash and Asbury was as far as they could go from Jersey City. A sad beginning, but they had four kids and were married for almost 50 years before Dad departed for the heavens.
My jaw hit the floor. Did they ever discover who the guest was.
There was a suspect. A fellow who helped carry the luggage to the car. Apparently my Dad had all the cash and stamps in a jacket pocket. My grandfather (Mom's father) was a Jersey City cop (the one with Babe Ruth). He was a bit drunk at the time and he wanted to search everyone. My Mom was so embarrassed she begged him not to.
Whoever exalts himself will be humbled, whoever humbles himself will be exalted - Matthew 23:12
