1960s: A Wedding, a Flight and an Inauguration

Waking up on the last morning he'll wake up alone, Arthur is quickly out of bed. The wedding is planned, the venue booked, and though his mother might be upset that the two aren't getting married in a church, Arthur is just happy that it's finally happening. The hours before moves at a snail's pace, and ticks away one long second after the other. But then they're here, and it's finally time, and Arthur sees his bride in her dress for the first time. He's never seen her look so stunning before. Their families have gathered to watch them say their vows, his bigger than hers, but Arthur sees none of that, having only eyes for his bride. When the ceremony is over, the group gathers downstairs in the, perhaps slightly too big, ball room for food, dancing, cake and socialisation. The buffet tables are filled to the brink, the conversation flows freely. When its time for the first dance the guest gather around to watch the couple, but again, Arthur hardly notice a ...