Greg and his lovely wife Heather on the magical night of their wedding. They had the custard fountain shipped over air parcel express from a small town in former Bovaria (Heather’s parents are from a nearby village). But Greg was not as pleased as Heather’s side of the family was, for he felt it stole attention from the lutefisk fountain he had spent the last four years crafting in the secret room he had found behind the back wall of his pantry.
