


(Pictures, clockwise, from above: JR Peacock, Ben and Ray Lyons in younger days; Ben and Ben Anderson on a memorable "camping" trip, sorry, Rondo, I couldn't resist posting this. Pics of our brothers are on their way!!)
THE GROOMSMEN...by Ben Stahl
Andy Stahl
Andy is my only brother. We met in the '80s during the Regan administration. Andy always has, and always will, be a gift giver. He held true to form at our first meeting; he was 3.5 and I was 1 month. Andy gave me his new truck and crayons. Ever since that first thoughtful gift, I have known I am incredibly lucky to have a brother with such a big heart, someone to share family experiences with and fully understand all things Stahl.
Ray Lyons
I met Ray for the first time at Mango’s Pizza in Orland Park, IL, when we were 16 years old. Several months later I would find out that Ray was in route to 'kick my ass' with another groomsman (over a girl, that was then, and now, not worth it). I am happy to say that the ass kicking never came to fruition, but instead we have come of age together, traveling the world, buying real-estate and continuing to eat pizza.
Mike Rondinella
Mike was coming with Ray to kick my ass. Again, I am equally glad that Mike’s plan didn’t see its way through. Mike and I have eaten more meals and watched more TV together than any two men should. Through these countless hours, I've come to appreciate Mike for his level-headed nature (which plays an excellent complement to my dramatic and spastic personality) sincere loyalty and genuine friendship.
JR Peacock
I met JR on a beach, and we’ve continued to hang out on beaches ever since. JR, like me, can’t sit still. When you find someone that similarly switches topics ever 12 seconds and anxiously motor boats their leg while looking around the room, you can’t help but to make them your friend (or at least, I couldn't). JR, without a doubt, has to be credited for encouraging me to travel the world, try new things and stay out later than I had planned, so thanks JR.
Ben Anderson
Ben and I met our freshman year at the University of Iowa on the 12th floor of Reinow Hall. The 12th floor was, and still is, an academic quiet floor (what were we thinking?). The only good thing to come of that floor was our friendship. We became more formal roommates during our senior year. I often say that nothing bad comes from Iowa. Throughout the years I've been friends with Ben he has done nothing but reinforce my beliefs in those corn-fed saints.
Andrew Templin
I’ve known Andrew just as long as I’ve know Kate, well actually a few days less, seeing as he as out of town during my first visit to their condo. I’ve come to appreciate Andrew as an intellectual, a friend and now as a brother-in-law. I know you can’t choose your family, but I am glad Andrew ended up in mine.








