My mom owned a  wedding caterer business for many years while I was growing up. I remember very well the venues and church social halls my sister and I  helped her set up, serve delicacies and wash dishes in. Even though she employed several ladies part time, the preparation and tear down was always quite the production and a little of that feeling comes back to me every time Grant and I prepare our gear for a wedding. Since I grew up on this Hampton Roads peninsula, I remember The Chamberlin Hotel, as it was called then, very well. Even as a teenager, I could look past the worn interiors and tell that it had once been a stately hotel. I knew of its octogenarian history on Fort Monroe military base and had read of the lavish parties for high ranking military and it always seemed a bit mysterious to me as I imagined the interesting guests that roamed the opulent hallways and verandas back in the day.