The Bride
Your bride, Cheryl, is of Midwestern stock, born in September of 1972 in Cleveland, Ohio. As proof of pedigree, Cheryl’s mother went into labor at the bowling alley while attending the league’s couples night — beat that for Midwestern-ality.
Taken at a glance, Cheryl’s childhood was comprised primarily of kickball, “Laverne & Shirley,” graham crackers with cream cheese and jelly, and an uncanny knack for rolling out of bed and landing on the floor with a leaden thud in the middle of the night. But at roughly the age of 12, she discovered the rock ‘n’ roll branch of pop music, and a very, very big “hobby”
was born.
Years of nerdy, immersive study followed, including a beloved record store job and a stint in college radio, finally leading to a job as a rock critic at an alternative music magazine in New York. In fact, she was headed to the big city not a week after her college commencement in 1994, while Alex was unwittingly finishing his freshman spring semester finals at Columbia University.
Today, Cheryl considers herself to be “in recovery” from the music industry, and has parlayed her skills into a job for Swedish telecom Ericsson in content and multimedia for mobile phones. She also remains committed to all the pre-rock ‘n’ roll childhood interests above, minus the one about falling out of bed while sleeping. And thank goodness for that.
