At the age of 65, having given away his daughter in 2003, Henry Inman didn’t think he would be walking anyone down the aisle anytime soon.But a few weeks ago, the Cuyahoga Falls man was called into action after his 90-year-old mother decided to tie the knot again.Seriously.A widow of 25 years, the former Olga Inman married a 91-year-old ex-bandleader from her native Puerto Rico. She knew him even before she met her late husband, who was stationed in San Juan during World War II.The ceremony took place in a suburb of Oklahoma City, her longtime home. The priest arranged for two large chairs to be placed in front of the altar so the couple could sit throughout the Mass.Police were called to the reception after the bride started dancing on tables and throwing shot glasses around the room.Just kidding.A nice time reportedly was had by all. As Henry Inman toasted the new couple, he noted that his mom would no longer have to log onto Latino-Singles.com, and said he hoped he wouldn’t soon be acquiring any new siblings.The son also thanked the newlyweds for holding their service early in the day so everyone could watch the Oklahoma-Florida State game on TV.Only 94 days left!Nine days after the end of summer, reader Ken Conger sent the following email:“You’ll be comforted to know that Dillard’s at Summit Mall has its Christmas trees up and decorated!“I must be getting older. It feels like summer just ended about nine days ago.”Reason to believeIt would be fun to work for Ripley’s Believe It or Not!The very name carries an exclamation point! Every day must be a thrill!(Originally, I was going to write, “Wouldn’t it be fun to work for Ripley’s Believe It or Not!?” But then I would have had to put a question mark right next to an exclamation point, and italicize the exclamation point but not the question mark, which would have taken a lot of the fun out of it.)In any event, these excitable people have just put out a new edition, this one subtitled Strikingly True.As usual, the zany tales are collected from all over the world. But nine of the entries in this edition are from Ohio! And two are from right here in Summit County!Believe it!Here goes:• “Christy Harp of Jackson Township, Ohio, took first place at the 2009 Ohio Valley Giant Pumpkin Growers annual weigh-off with a pumpkin that weighed 1,725 pounds — nearly 10 times the weight of an average man. At one point her prize-winning pumpkin grew at a rate of 33 pounds per day.”• “Since being abandoned by her mother five years ago, Dillie the deer has shared the Canal Fulton, Ohio, home of the Butera family, where she has learned to turn lights on and off and fetch one of her favorite meals, ice cream, from the refrigerator.”Those factoids actually are quite believable for readers of the Beacon Journal. We printed the pumpkin story on Oct. 8, 2009, and the deer story on Jan. 3, 2010!So I guess this is a pretty thrilling place, too! Woo-hoo!Alternative approachWhile reading a recent column about language complaints from readers, University of Akron Vice President Ted Curtis was reminded of a joke.A young man is walking across Harvard Yard, looking for the library, when he spots a professor coming toward him.“Can you tell me where the library’s at?”“Anyone who attends Harvard would know you don’t end a sentence with a preposition.”“OK, where is the library at, jackass?”End of the roadSometimes readers send in stuff that’s so off the wall that you just have to get out of the way and print it. Such is the case with a missive from the keyboard of Bob Beck in Bath.Beck was driving north on Akron-Peninsula Road when he saw a groundhog on the side of the road. He sees so many of them that he thinks some drivers go out of their way to hit them.“What was different with this groundhog was a large black crow standing just a few feet from him. It was like he was sizing him up, much like my dad did with a turkey at Thanksgiving.“The crow flinched and I saw the head of the groundhog move. It wasn’t dead.‘‘I wondered what thoughts were running through the groundhog’s mind. Was it thinking, ‘Is this the way my life ends? This isn’t the way I had planned it.“ ‘My uncle was killed quickly by a shotgun blast and another by the blade of some farm implement. When young I was almost snatched up by a hawk, but I was too heavy to carry. Now here I lay with no options to ending my life. I wish I had listened to Mom and stayed off the road.“ ‘Here comes a guy on a bike. Maybe he’ll run over me and finish me off.’ ”Don’t ask.Bob Dyer can be reached at 330-996-3580 or bdyer@thebeaconjournal.com.