I guess you might call it a silly weakness.
Imagine what would you would do if you got a call from a woman you took to dinner 26 years ago, and she said to you on the phone, “I have a reminder of that night sitting next to me right now, and that little reminder is 6 inches taller than I am.”
“I have good news and bad news,” Natalie said to me.
Yesterday, just at sunset, I made the foolhardy decision to go out to my wife’s garden to transplant a few flowers for her.
My buddy Jim and I had just ended our annual fishing trip to Ontario last week when I looked up from my conversation with my tackle to see he was staring at me with “that look.”
Dear folks of the far-far future: