I learned the hard way that my wedding ring was slightly too big, and would easily slip off my finger if the finger was greasy from sunscreen. Thus my ring spent 28 hours at the bottom of the St. Clair River, until it was rescued by SCUBA diver Fred Duffy. He spent an hour in the water looking for it, and only asked for a bottle of rum for his invaluable service. So he got a tune, too.

The name Jen came up with for it refers to three Irish wolfhounds in the knotwork on the ring. AKA "Is He A Big Man?", the question that Mr. Duffy asked when he returned to shore after finding the size thirteen-and-a-half ring.