If the wedding celebration of Dorothy Abrona McCrae and Sid Seibelman was
somewhat different from a cocktail party at a huge mansion
erected in a small yard in Palo Alto,
where once stood a suitable Victorian frame house,
or at other habitats of the Lords of Silicon Valley,
yet there was about this party something similar --
the undercurrent of a taken for granted place in that moment of history,
of the "importance" of the participants.
Every guest arriving with some ceremony.
The whispered chorus of "There is ______".
It is usually a he in the valley, but here
it was as likely to be a she.