My wife and I had a nice holiday season with my son visiting from Detroit. He had a laptop nearby 24/7 because of his job--monitoring computers elsewhere. No problems on his watch.
We had a good time and watched a bunch of movies. "The Blues Brothers." "Anvil"--he said I'd like it, and he was right. "Public Enemies" from 2009 and "Girl Shy" by Harold Lloyd from the 1920s.
When his younger brother came over, it became a Pinky and the Brain festival. The megalomaniacal mouse is unforgettable. As the snows fell and the winds blew it around, Brain keeps trying to take over the world. My older son said he'd have a lot better chance at success if his schemes weren't so grandiose. But that wouldn't be the Brain, would it?
I also passed a personal milestone. This one was marked with a two-digit number: 60. I drove past that little "60" sign a week ago. Not that the world is any different on the other side. It's almost identical. And I haven't changed, either. I'm trying to take care of myself. For the most part, I'm doing OK.
Starting Friday, I will also be entering my eighth different decade. True, I was only in the 1940s for eight days. But it counts.
Passing that "60" sign isn't an achievement. To me, 60 is 59+1, just as 61 will be 60+1. But I notice that I am (ahem, yes) more aware of the ages of people in the obituaries and of others who aren't feeling so well. I am. My back is in good shape, my legs are strong, I don't have problems with my heart or lungs or stomach, I usually sleep well, my mind is strong, and I still enjoy sex. I am taking meds for high blood pressure. I weigh a little more than I would like (about 220), but I'm eating better and healthier than in the past--1% milk, whole grain breads, not as much caffeine or sugar. Never had to worry about quitting smoking.
So I think I'll be around for a while yet. My hair is gray in only a few places, and I still have nearly all of it--and it still grows thickly. I also feel I have gotten wiser over time. Not as impatient as I used to be. Better able to accept things and people the way they are, not as I want them to be.
The key to that was learning to love myself the way I am, and then feeling free to love others they way they are. I grew in new ways--I learned about neopaganism and polyamory, met some wonderful new friends and new ways of living. I didn't do this to reject my past. It's adding to my life, not replacing other parts. I did it to discover new worlds and become a better, more happier human being. That's what it's all about, isn't it?
Really, these last few years have been wonderful for me. I don't get as much free time as I want, and that really bothers me at times. But I am growing and becoming a better person.
So when I drove past that "60" sign, it was a non-event. I am what I am. I enjoy life, and I am happy.
The event went virtually unnoticed at home. My wife made ravioli for supper that night, which my older son and I both enjoy. That was about it.
But I did get some gifts from B in that "treasure chest" she sent me. I finally opened it. What did I find inside?
I got a variety of Alaskan syrups, most of which I had never heard of before ("lingonberry"? "salmonberry"?). I got some Alaskan preserves, for sandwiches and such. She sent a few DVDs she had made herself from their recorder--a couple movies and documentaries. She sent me a Deepak Chopra book on CD ("Ageless Body, Timeless Mind") about growing older and presumably better.
She also sent me "Santa Claus Blues." This was a real surprise and the biggest treat.
"Santa Claus Blues" is a CD collection of Christmas-themed Big Band music put out by Canada's Jass Records in the late '80s or early '90s. Jass released a series of very interesting CDs before the company disappeared, and I had the foresight to grab many of them when I saw them. Many were sex-inspired, some were drug-themed, and some had to do with holidays. All feature music and musicians from the '20s, '30s and '40s.
Among their CDs was "Halloween Stomp," which I copied and sent to B this fall. Halloween-style music from the '30s and '40s, plus short clips from cartoons of the era. Great fun to listen to. I may have mentioned to her that Jass had released a Christmas CD also, and I think I saw it one time, but I opted for the Halloween CD ... and had been fruitlessly looking for it ever since.
She managed to find it. I'm impressed.
****
The holidays are not quite over. For New Year's Eve, my wife and I will stay home and watch a couple movies and maybe enjoy a little wine. We'll stay up till just after 11 p.m. (Central Time), to watch the merriment on Times Square, and then it's off to bed for us. Yeah, we lead a wild life.
On Friday, my wife watches the Rose Parade, I watch a little of the the Holiday Classic hockey game from Boston, and then we get in the car and drive to visit her sisters and brothers for a couple days. We drive back Sunday. The weather is expected to be quite cold--subzero at night, not much above zero during the day.
Better make sure the Ipod is charged up.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Special days and a treasure chest
Good news, everybody: We've gotten above zero here today. We started this morning (two days before Christmas) at -12F (-24C), but even though I only see gray sunshine outside my window, the temperature has now climbed all the way to +23.
We will get warmer weather in time for Christmas, though. In fact, temperatures will rise into the 20s and close to 30. That's thanks to a big Christmas snowstorm barreling this way.
At this point, we are on the cusp (love that word) of the heavy snow area. To the east of us, they will be getting a Christmas stocking full of snow, rain and freezing rain. To the west of us, mainly wet snow. We are close to the dividing line.
I am keeping a close eye on it today, because my son is driving north today from near Detroit. I talked to him just before he left to pass along good news: He and the storm are both racing this way, but he should win the race easily if he follows his normal schedule. No reason he can't--the storm is coming from a different direction.
After that, it gets dicey. With all the snow being forecast, we may move up a visit to see my mom at the nursing home. Instead of Christmas Day, I am thinking we will leave Thursday morning, Dec. 24, drive down there, make our visit and then head for home before road conditions get too dicey. My guess is that we will see some snow before we get back to our place (50 miles [80 km] away), but the heavy stuff won't hit us until later. If we don't dawdle too much, we should be OK. Once we get home, it can snow as much as it wants.
To explain--the storm is coming at us from the southwest, and the city with her nursing home is to the southeast. One thing to keep in mind, though, is that the storm is coming at us as the crow flies--straight. We are driving as the road meanders. It is far from a direct route--sort of like the letter "L."
****
It's treasure chest time at home. My wife and I and the kids stopped giving each other gifts a few years ago. It's complicated to explain ... but it can be hard to come up with ideas for gifts that fit budgets, and all of us know how to order stuff for ourselves online.
(Notwithstanding that, however, I did get my wife a couple gifts for the holidays. That breaks the rules, I know. I'll tell you what they are, if you can keep the secret for two days: I got her a copy of the old "Thorn Birds" miniseries on DVD, which she badly wanted to have, and I gave her a gift certificate from a local jewelry store. I noticed that she likes jewelry (particularly pretty necklaces) more and more.)
(Shhhh! That's just between us.)
The treasure chest? It came from B in Alaska and arrived on Monday. It's the exact size as the Priority Mail box that arrived at B's house at about the same time. Mine is a combination birthday/Christmas box, to note the fact that those occasions fall on consecutive days.
We have agreed that we will both be opening our boxes today (Wednesday). I don't know what is in my box, but I'll tell you what is in hers:
--Two bags of Old Dutch Rip-L-Chips, a popular brand of potato chips in this area.
I will explain: At some point over a year ago, we got to talking about potato chips, and I told her the Old Dutch chips were the best. Then, when we met for the first (and only) time around the Fourth of July, going to that neopagan camp, I got some Old Dutch chips for a potluck dinner being held at the camp. Here's what the other campers thought about the chips: They vanished very quickly. We didn't get to have too many. So I bought another bag, and we munched them in the car as I drove her back to the airport in the Twin Cities, as our short visit was ending. Those chips didn't last long, either.
I managed to get two bags of chips into the box. One bag, I said, is for her to share with her husband and son and guests during the holidays. The other is for her to hoard selfishly.
--One bag of Australian black licorice. Or "liquorice," as it was spelled on the bag. She likes Australian licorice . I didn't explore that when we were together--those were some really busy days, and it slipped through the cracks--but now she can have a treat.
--The first "Hellboy" movie on DVD. I like the Hellboy films, but B doesn't care for stories about monsters or science fiction. I told her she would like Hellboy--for a monster, he's got a lot of humanity, too, and a tragic side.And he works for the good guys.
You see, what happened is ... I liked the movie so much I eventually bought the director's cut for myself. So what do I do with the first copy I got? I know! I know!
--Some DVDs I burned for her. Recently, B saw an old Harold Lloyd comedy on TV ("Speedy") and fell in love with him. I like Harold Lloyd, too, and over the years I had burned some Harold Lloyd films I recorded from TV onto DVDs--so I made copies of them and stuck them in the treasure chest, too.
The ones getting special attention are "Safety Last!" (the one in which Lloyd hangs from the hands of a clock on the side of a building--I'm sure you have all seen stills of that) and "Girl Shy" (in which a very shy man--guess who?--who even stutters when he tries to talk to a woman writes a book called "The Secret of Making Love." Many comic misadventures ensue.)
None of the gifts are expensive--I joked to her that the postage cost more than the items inside. But the cost of Christmas gifts isn't the important part. The items are important or meaningful to the two of us, and that's really all that matters.
****
All that matters to us, as a family, is keeping track of one another and making the most of the time we get together. We are going to be watching some movies while Phil is here, we'll have a semi-traditional ravioli supper some night and some pizzas by a local company that he is particularly fond of. (Once, he bought a whole case of them to take home. It was winter, so they probably survived the 10-hour drive.)
We will talk about this and that, he'll visit my other son (who lives in town at his own apartment), and we'll all get together to watch more films and DVDs. I've found some surprises for him, too, and he talked about some films he'd like to see. That means I'd better stop at the local video place (the only one in town) right after work today.
He arrives tonight (Wednesday) and will leave for home on Sunday. After that, who knows when we will next see him? Maybe this summer. It depends.
The only thing I'm sure of is that we will make the most of our limited time together, and I hope all of you will do the same over the holiday season. It's good time.
After he leaves, my holidays will be busy: Early next week, I will try to visit S and her husband--maybe my wife will come along, maybe not. Over New Year's, both of us will head to NW Wisconsin to see her brothers and sisters--a dinner and a family meeting. The week after that, I plan to visit N for another movie night.
Happy holidays to all my bloggy friends over here. I plan to visit much more often next year than I have for the last few months.
We will get warmer weather in time for Christmas, though. In fact, temperatures will rise into the 20s and close to 30. That's thanks to a big Christmas snowstorm barreling this way.
At this point, we are on the cusp (love that word) of the heavy snow area. To the east of us, they will be getting a Christmas stocking full of snow, rain and freezing rain. To the west of us, mainly wet snow. We are close to the dividing line.
I am keeping a close eye on it today, because my son is driving north today from near Detroit. I talked to him just before he left to pass along good news: He and the storm are both racing this way, but he should win the race easily if he follows his normal schedule. No reason he can't--the storm is coming from a different direction.
After that, it gets dicey. With all the snow being forecast, we may move up a visit to see my mom at the nursing home. Instead of Christmas Day, I am thinking we will leave Thursday morning, Dec. 24, drive down there, make our visit and then head for home before road conditions get too dicey. My guess is that we will see some snow before we get back to our place (50 miles [80 km] away), but the heavy stuff won't hit us until later. If we don't dawdle too much, we should be OK. Once we get home, it can snow as much as it wants.
To explain--the storm is coming at us from the southwest, and the city with her nursing home is to the southeast. One thing to keep in mind, though, is that the storm is coming at us as the crow flies--straight. We are driving as the road meanders. It is far from a direct route--sort of like the letter "L."
****
It's treasure chest time at home. My wife and I and the kids stopped giving each other gifts a few years ago. It's complicated to explain ... but it can be hard to come up with ideas for gifts that fit budgets, and all of us know how to order stuff for ourselves online.
(Notwithstanding that, however, I did get my wife a couple gifts for the holidays. That breaks the rules, I know. I'll tell you what they are, if you can keep the secret for two days: I got her a copy of the old "Thorn Birds" miniseries on DVD, which she badly wanted to have, and I gave her a gift certificate from a local jewelry store. I noticed that she likes jewelry (particularly pretty necklaces) more and more.)
(Shhhh! That's just between us.)
The treasure chest? It came from B in Alaska and arrived on Monday. It's the exact size as the Priority Mail box that arrived at B's house at about the same time. Mine is a combination birthday/Christmas box, to note the fact that those occasions fall on consecutive days.
We have agreed that we will both be opening our boxes today (Wednesday). I don't know what is in my box, but I'll tell you what is in hers:
--Two bags of Old Dutch Rip-L-Chips, a popular brand of potato chips in this area.
I will explain: At some point over a year ago, we got to talking about potato chips, and I told her the Old Dutch chips were the best. Then, when we met for the first (and only) time around the Fourth of July, going to that neopagan camp, I got some Old Dutch chips for a potluck dinner being held at the camp. Here's what the other campers thought about the chips: They vanished very quickly. We didn't get to have too many. So I bought another bag, and we munched them in the car as I drove her back to the airport in the Twin Cities, as our short visit was ending. Those chips didn't last long, either.
I managed to get two bags of chips into the box. One bag, I said, is for her to share with her husband and son and guests during the holidays. The other is for her to hoard selfishly.
--One bag of Australian black licorice. Or "liquorice," as it was spelled on the bag. She likes Australian licorice . I didn't explore that when we were together--those were some really busy days, and it slipped through the cracks--but now she can have a treat.
--The first "Hellboy" movie on DVD. I like the Hellboy films, but B doesn't care for stories about monsters or science fiction. I told her she would like Hellboy--for a monster, he's got a lot of humanity, too, and a tragic side.And he works for the good guys.
You see, what happened is ... I liked the movie so much I eventually bought the director's cut for myself. So what do I do with the first copy I got? I know! I know!
--Some DVDs I burned for her. Recently, B saw an old Harold Lloyd comedy on TV ("Speedy") and fell in love with him. I like Harold Lloyd, too, and over the years I had burned some Harold Lloyd films I recorded from TV onto DVDs--so I made copies of them and stuck them in the treasure chest, too.
The ones getting special attention are "Safety Last!" (the one in which Lloyd hangs from the hands of a clock on the side of a building--I'm sure you have all seen stills of that) and "Girl Shy" (in which a very shy man--guess who?--who even stutters when he tries to talk to a woman writes a book called "The Secret of Making Love." Many comic misadventures ensue.)
None of the gifts are expensive--I joked to her that the postage cost more than the items inside. But the cost of Christmas gifts isn't the important part. The items are important or meaningful to the two of us, and that's really all that matters.
****
All that matters to us, as a family, is keeping track of one another and making the most of the time we get together. We are going to be watching some movies while Phil is here, we'll have a semi-traditional ravioli supper some night and some pizzas by a local company that he is particularly fond of. (Once, he bought a whole case of them to take home. It was winter, so they probably survived the 10-hour drive.)
We will talk about this and that, he'll visit my other son (who lives in town at his own apartment), and we'll all get together to watch more films and DVDs. I've found some surprises for him, too, and he talked about some films he'd like to see. That means I'd better stop at the local video place (the only one in town) right after work today.
He arrives tonight (Wednesday) and will leave for home on Sunday. After that, who knows when we will next see him? Maybe this summer. It depends.
The only thing I'm sure of is that we will make the most of our limited time together, and I hope all of you will do the same over the holiday season. It's good time.
After he leaves, my holidays will be busy: Early next week, I will try to visit S and her husband--maybe my wife will come along, maybe not. Over New Year's, both of us will head to NW Wisconsin to see her brothers and sisters--a dinner and a family meeting. The week after that, I plan to visit N for another movie night.
Happy holidays to all my bloggy friends over here. I plan to visit much more often next year than I have for the last few months.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The more things change . . .
The last time I wrote (gee, time flies, doesn't it?), I think I was a bit bummed out because I couldn't drive down to visit my friend S and her husband. An unexpected trip to the state football finals in Detroit ended those plans.
The visit was rescheduled two weeks later--to last week. All the arrangements were made ... and then had to be postponed again.
This time, football didn't get in the way. Our big snowstorm did. By last Sunday, it had become apparent that Mother Nature wasn't going to allow any trip on Tuesday, as planned. Lots of snow. Lots of wind. Not the kind of thing I want to mess around with, even to see friends.
Due to my schedule, which gets pretty busy in December, the next attempt won't be until the week after Christmas. Come to think of it, I think we had to do this last year, too.
The snowstorm was the first big one of this winter. I think we wound up with about 10 inches, which blew all over the place, of course. I shoveled the front walk before going to work, shoveled the back walk after work that afternoon (and also liberated the car). The next morning, I did the front walk again--it has drifted over since this morning.
Then temperatures fell well below zero, to about -10F. A preview of January.
Tonight: more snow. Ahh--it's December. What more can I say?
****
Things I have done since my last post:
--Visited N two weeks ago. This time, there was just a little bit of snow, easy to pilot the car through. We went to dinner and watched a couple movies, including W.C. Fields' "The Bank Dick." A good time was had by all.
--Our team reached the state finals again during Thanksgiving week but didn't win the state title again. They have gone there six years in a row and won only once. Geez, that's tough, isn't it? Any other team, of course, would give its eye teeth for a chance to play in even one state championship game.
I drove down by myself and stayed at my son's apartment, sleeping on his couch. Among our highlights was watching the Packers-Lions game on Thanksgiving (also at Ford Field, the site of the state high school finals the next day) on his TV at the apartment. We watched a couple movies (including the new incarnation of "Star Trek," which was pretty darn good) and went out to Thanksgiving Day dinner at a place called the Moose Preserve.
That was cool! They had a number of Northwoodsy-type meals. My son selected the Road Kill Grill, which included venison, quail, wild rice casserole, corn and wild boar sausage!
I was thinking of getting that, too, but I eventually chose the Buffaloaf. Two thick slices of ground bison meat on white bread with thick buffalo gravy and mushrooms, plus some mashed potatoes. That was yummy. Next time I take my wife down here, that's going to be one of our stops.
I went down to the game by myself Friday morning. Maybe should have checked my maps a little better the night before, but I did OK. After the game, I started the long trip home at about 12:30 p.m. (Central Time) and got home about 11:30 p.m. Unlike most trips downstate this time of year, there was no snow in the northern Lower Peninsula to worry about. The driver appreciated that.
--I am continuing to re-learn my German. Very slowly. I discovered that babelfish.yahoo.com can help with translations, but my friend doesn't want me to do it that way. OK, then. I will do it the old fashioned way, and I will do it very slowly. I care very much about my spelling and syntax and punctuation and grammar, whether I am writing in English or German. I did invest in a Collins concise dictionary and a Living Language beginners-intermediate guide to German.
I will study them--but hey, I've got lots of other stuff I need to do, too. Progress will come slowly.
--I have had a sore throat on and off since returning from Detroit. I know I need to rest more than I have been. Extra sleep is good. But I have been sucking on Hall's cough drops and taking the occasional Sudafed. So far so good.
--Yesterday, my wife and I made our first trip to Rhinelander since early September--just before my mom's fall at the nursing home. Our main goal was to find a good winter coat for her, and she found a nice one, in powder blue with white and teal trim. Plus, it was on sale. That made her very happy. She likes sales.
****
B wrote me recently, telling me about the talk in her office about Tiger Woods' recent escapades. As you may remember, B and her husband are polyamorous, as I am.
"I had to bite my tongue so many times when the women were getting all over his case about his "ho" and such. It is useless to try to talk with people about this stuff. Obviously, his wife was not having any part of sharing him so poly was no issue here. My director was saying that the element of surprise is what is the worst about these things. If an honest admission takes place, it is much easier to deal with the situation. Could have hopped right in there but did not!"
I wrote back:
"Who really knows what is going on with him? My main impression about him, in general, is that he is wound way too tight for his own good, that he wants to control everything in his own little universe, while at the same time making scads of money from us (or at least the golf-pro-worshiping public, which doesn't include me).
So when he slips and acts human for once, instead of as a golf-playing android, it's a shock. Of course, then he tries to limit the damage to his public image instead of owing up to being a human being with all-too-natural weaknesses.
The fun question to ponder is: What if someone in the intense public spotlight like him is open about his life and says, "Yes, my wife and I allow each other to see other people,"--which apparently isn't the case with Tiger--"and we decided to do that because we love each other and want each other to be happy. We have plenty of love for each other and plenty of love to give to others."
Gee! Wouldn't that shake up the world?"
Since then, of course, we have learned much more of Tiger's private life than we probably ever wanted to, especially that he has apparently has spent time with a number of "ladies," who now all want to go public. (I was going to say "girlfriends," except that a real friend would never do that to a friend.)
Still, I think my fun question is just as valid and intriguing. What if a couple in the public spotlight were honest with each other and themselves. What if they treated each other and the others in their lives with love and respect and caring? What then?
The visit was rescheduled two weeks later--to last week. All the arrangements were made ... and then had to be postponed again.
This time, football didn't get in the way. Our big snowstorm did. By last Sunday, it had become apparent that Mother Nature wasn't going to allow any trip on Tuesday, as planned. Lots of snow. Lots of wind. Not the kind of thing I want to mess around with, even to see friends.
Due to my schedule, which gets pretty busy in December, the next attempt won't be until the week after Christmas. Come to think of it, I think we had to do this last year, too.
The snowstorm was the first big one of this winter. I think we wound up with about 10 inches, which blew all over the place, of course. I shoveled the front walk before going to work, shoveled the back walk after work that afternoon (and also liberated the car). The next morning, I did the front walk again--it has drifted over since this morning.
Then temperatures fell well below zero, to about -10F. A preview of January.
Tonight: more snow. Ahh--it's December. What more can I say?
****
Things I have done since my last post:
--Visited N two weeks ago. This time, there was just a little bit of snow, easy to pilot the car through. We went to dinner and watched a couple movies, including W.C. Fields' "The Bank Dick." A good time was had by all.
--Our team reached the state finals again during Thanksgiving week but didn't win the state title again. They have gone there six years in a row and won only once. Geez, that's tough, isn't it? Any other team, of course, would give its eye teeth for a chance to play in even one state championship game.
I drove down by myself and stayed at my son's apartment, sleeping on his couch. Among our highlights was watching the Packers-Lions game on Thanksgiving (also at Ford Field, the site of the state high school finals the next day) on his TV at the apartment. We watched a couple movies (including the new incarnation of "Star Trek," which was pretty darn good) and went out to Thanksgiving Day dinner at a place called the Moose Preserve.
That was cool! They had a number of Northwoodsy-type meals. My son selected the Road Kill Grill, which included venison, quail, wild rice casserole, corn and wild boar sausage!
I was thinking of getting that, too, but I eventually chose the Buffaloaf. Two thick slices of ground bison meat on white bread with thick buffalo gravy and mushrooms, plus some mashed potatoes. That was yummy. Next time I take my wife down here, that's going to be one of our stops.
I went down to the game by myself Friday morning. Maybe should have checked my maps a little better the night before, but I did OK. After the game, I started the long trip home at about 12:30 p.m. (Central Time) and got home about 11:30 p.m. Unlike most trips downstate this time of year, there was no snow in the northern Lower Peninsula to worry about. The driver appreciated that.
--I am continuing to re-learn my German. Very slowly. I discovered that babelfish.yahoo.com can help with translations, but my friend doesn't want me to do it that way. OK, then. I will do it the old fashioned way, and I will do it very slowly. I care very much about my spelling and syntax and punctuation and grammar, whether I am writing in English or German. I did invest in a Collins concise dictionary and a Living Language beginners-intermediate guide to German.
I will study them--but hey, I've got lots of other stuff I need to do, too. Progress will come slowly.
--I have had a sore throat on and off since returning from Detroit. I know I need to rest more than I have been. Extra sleep is good. But I have been sucking on Hall's cough drops and taking the occasional Sudafed. So far so good.
--Yesterday, my wife and I made our first trip to Rhinelander since early September--just before my mom's fall at the nursing home. Our main goal was to find a good winter coat for her, and she found a nice one, in powder blue with white and teal trim. Plus, it was on sale. That made her very happy. She likes sales.
****
B wrote me recently, telling me about the talk in her office about Tiger Woods' recent escapades. As you may remember, B and her husband are polyamorous, as I am.
"I had to bite my tongue so many times when the women were getting all over his case about his "ho" and such. It is useless to try to talk with people about this stuff. Obviously, his wife was not having any part of sharing him so poly was no issue here. My director was saying that the element of surprise is what is the worst about these things. If an honest admission takes place, it is much easier to deal with the situation. Could have hopped right in there but did not!"
I wrote back:
"Who really knows what is going on with him? My main impression about him, in general, is that he is wound way too tight for his own good, that he wants to control everything in his own little universe, while at the same time making scads of money from us (or at least the golf-pro-worshiping public, which doesn't include me).
So when he slips and acts human for once, instead of as a golf-playing android, it's a shock. Of course, then he tries to limit the damage to his public image instead of owing up to being a human being with all-too-natural weaknesses.
The fun question to ponder is: What if someone in the intense public spotlight like him is open about his life and says, "Yes, my wife and I allow each other to see other people,"--which apparently isn't the case with Tiger--"and we decided to do that because we love each other and want each other to be happy. We have plenty of love for each other and plenty of love to give to others."
Gee! Wouldn't that shake up the world?"
Since then, of course, we have learned much more of Tiger's private life than we probably ever wanted to, especially that he has apparently has spent time with a number of "ladies," who now all want to go public. (I was going to say "girlfriends," except that a real friend would never do that to a friend.)
Still, I think my fun question is just as valid and intriguing. What if a couple in the public spotlight were honest with each other and themselves. What if they treated each other and the others in their lives with love and respect and caring? What then?
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