Feb
08
2013

My husband, the philanderer

“You’re kind of like a philanderer.” I said, musingly, to my husband. We were driving up Route 95 to a friend’s party, and had been discussing what constitutes “Art.”

“What?!!” he exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel, and checking traffic in the rearview mirror.

It occurred to me that Route 95 was probably not the best …continue reading