Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and one man turns, reaches down and engages the speakerpnone. Everyone else in the room listens in.
WOMAN'S VOICE: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"
WOMAN'S VOICE: "I'm at the mall and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"
WOMAN'S VOICE: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the one I really liked."
MAN: "How much?"
WOMAN'S VOICE: "$160,000"
MAN: "OK, but get all the options."
WOMAN'S VOICE: "Great! Oh, and one more thing. The house we wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $990,000."
MAN: "Offer $900,000."
WOMAN'S VOICE: Have you decided what we're doing for our anniversary?
MAN: "Tahiti, First Class. Order the tickets."
WOMAN'S VOICE: "Oh Honey, you're the perfect husband! I love you! Bye!"
The man hangs up, then notices that the other men are looking at Him in blank astonishment. Glancing around, he asks:
"Anyone know whose phone this is?"
- Husband, father, grandfather, friend...a few of the roles acquired in 62 years of living. I keep an upbeat attitude, loving humor and the singular freedom of a perfect laugh. I don't let curmudgeons ruin my day; that only gives them power over me. Having experienced death once, I no longer fear it, although I am still frightened by the process of dying. I love to write because it allows me the freedom to vent those complex feelings that bounce restlessly off the walls of my mind; and express the beauty that can only be found within the human heart.