The wife and I have reached a healthy point in our marriage. We still have a healthy social life. This we do by going out thrice a week. Me on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and she on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
Also, after 22, years of marriage (ok let me just google that to be sure) yup, like I said, 22 years of marriage, mutual understandings are coded into the contract indirectly. Simple rules, conventions, if you like. For instance, we can both criticize my family to our hearts content. But for her family? We have to observe omertà, the code of silence. Her family can never be mentioned. In fact, if you’ve just read that sentence, promise me, you will erase it from your memory forever. Of course, why would you commit to memory, anything that I write? That would be preposterous beyond ridiculous.
Now, let’s come to the present issue. In earlier columns, the gifted reader would note that I come to the exact topic of the column only in the last four lines of the piece. This kind of lazy writing is what got Art Buchwald a Pulitzer. To be absolutely honest, at this point, I can’t afford a Pulitzer. This is because I have so many Lions Club, Rotary and Rotaract awards, that the cabinet has no space to accommodate a Pulitzer.
