There is a fine line between devotion and obsession, but I think I crossed that line long ago. … And then folded up the line, sealed it tightly in an envelope, labeled it and stuck in it my pocket for safe keeping.
He was sitting on the park bench when her car came into view. Just sitting. Not doing anything. She pulled up against the curb, and he hopped in. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. He just laughed at her and shook his head. She pulled back off into traffic but shot him that quizzical half-annoyed … Read more
Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Hamlet – Act 2, Scene 2, Shakespeare I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you. Othello – Act 3, Scene 3, Shakespeare Guess it is an … Read more
I stare out at the stars at night. Looking out across the heavens, over the miles, these are the same stars, very much the same stars that watch over you, every night, no matter how near or far. Years or miles may separate, but ordinary, in their constancy, they abide, unspoken.
Hard to believe, but as of today Nancy and I have been married for 24 years. Many of you will find it even harder to believe that she has put up with me for that long. Well I totally concur! Between old British cars, incurable collecting, the occasional smelly cigar, erratic moods, a very punny … Read more