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I had a playathon in the Bronx yesterday: an 8th-grade graduation and two weddings. The graduation was by far the most reverent event of the three. Which is sad. Both weddings were small assemblies, and most of those attending seemed not to be a bit comfortable in church. Which begs the question, "Why have your wedding in church?"--but it wasn't my place to ask. (Nor did I have the opportunity had...