Yeah, a beautiful fall day in New England. Classic country club, and with what? Polo grounds. That's what. Plus there were oysters on the veranda. So that's pretty much the best. As the evening unfolded, and the party train was at full throttle, the groom's southern accent made an appearance and progressively got thicker.
Thanks to Mark(o) Higgins for shooting with me, and for shooting me in action. Reluctantly I admit that I never actually saw any polo.