Another great gift from my dear wife

My dear wife Karen told me I’d have to wait a bit for my final anniversary gift this year. She’d ordered special, you see, to mark our tin-and-aluminum milestone. Perfect. The sign that arrived by post marks the exact distance from A Bitty Better in our Liverpool neighborhood in Galeville to our New York Mets’…

A feast of an anniversary at Santangelo’s

I’ll say this for Santangelo’s. They were as ready for my dear wife Karen and I’s anniversary dinner as we were. And my better half had done things up right during her break from class on a Friday, going to the folks who do nails as part of their learning plan to have a pair…

Happy 35th anniversary, KP

I’ve written about my friend KP often here. In tales about our golfing rounds. In stories about my newspaper past. When I think about my life now and then, KP plays an important part in it. Of course my dear wife Karen knows this. And so when she saw the image above flash on the…

Why she’s always my dear wife Karen

After hauling the 50-pound bag of gourmet food preferred by Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to the car Sunday, I was informed by my dear wife Karen that I was getting dropped off at home before so she could tackle the supermarket stop all by her lonesome. Something about special ingredients for a surprise anniversary…