29 July 1981
It was 4 a.m. when my Anglophile mother woke me up to view the fairy tale wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana. We sat there, just my mother and her very young daughter, in awe watching the elegance of the royal event. The festivities were thousands of miles away from our backwoods Alabama town but I felt regal watching it (it helped that my mother made scones and tea for us to eat and drink while we watched the nuptials). I was amazed at it all and I just knew I would have a career in etiquette and manners.