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29: Incompatible

Incompatible Music is what life sounds like. ~Eric Olson It’s 3 a.m. and I’m lying in bed beside him thinking how totally incompatible we are. We went to a brilliant play this afternoon — Brief Encounter — with some of the most creative staging I’ve ever seen, and he thought it was “boring.” And we came home and watched a gripping Brothers and Sisters episode on television, and at every commercial he switched to the Knicks game. How could he not be able to sit through one of my TV shows once a week without interrupting it with bits and pieces of a basketball game? What ever made me think we were suited to each other? A song begins to run through my mind… “Incompatible… that’s what you are; Incompatible… though near or far…” What was that song and who sang it? It suits us to a “T.” “Are you awake?” he asks. “Yes, and I’m trying to think of a song that goes tum de dum de dum, that’s what you are…” “What time is it?” he asks groggily. “Three a.m. and what is the song that goes tum de dum de dum… that’s what you are? It was sung by a famous black singer… I can’t think of his name.” “Are... (more)
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30: Reforming a Road Runner

Reforming a Road Runner I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. ~Robert Louis Stevenson Sunday mornings with my wife are nice. We make eggs sprinkled with cheese, then linger over coffee and the Sunday paper… the concerns of the world far away. Oddly enough, the scene makes me think of Lionel Richie. The man who sang “Dancing on the Ceiling” doesn’t typically utter deep truths about the human condition, but he got it right in the song “Easy.” Being easy like Sunday morning, to sit and be still, to be at peace and in the moment, is indeed a good way to be. I like to think I’m easy like that, but part of me wants to move, to get going somewhere. I’m plagued by wanderlust. A Sunday morning is about the routine and familiar, about feeling at home, but deep down inside, I long to live new experiences, wake up in unknown places, and see things I may never see again. In short, I want to hit the open road. I’ve tried to suppress that feeling. Before I got married, I took two long road trips by myself. I’m settling down with a great woman, I thought. I can’t keep wanting to drive off somewhere. I’ve got to get that out of my system. The first trip was a... (more)
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31: Critical Condition

Critical Condition Only two things are necessary to keep one’s wife happy. One is to let her think she is having her own way, the other, to let her have it. ~Lyndon B. Johnson Back when Erica, my wife, was merely Erica, my girlfriend, she was much more tolerant of my faults. My faults, in the beginning, were really just “foibles,” “quirks,” and “slight imperfections.” But as time went on and various rings were purchased and distributed, things began to change. More and more, I began to hear about how things I’d done could have been done “differently.” Erica is a woman who is not afraid to speak up for herself and that’s one of the things I love about her. If I’m really messing up, I appreciate being “kept honest.” If, for example, I were to get drunk at a bachelor party and somehow charge ten thousand dollars at a gentleman’s club, I’d be disappointed if she didn’t at least say, “Hey, that’s not cool.” But there are some things that she chooses to point out that I think just aren’t worth the effort. Like when I use a paper towel in a situation where a napkin might be more appropriate. Or a napkin when she would have used a tissue. Or a tissue when I... (more)
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32: The Matchmaker

The Matchmaker He that would the daughter win, must with the mother first begin. ~English Proverb With the hairdryer going during our phone call it was possible that I hadn’t heard her correctly so I turned it off in time to hear her say, “So I gave him your number and he’ll probably call you on Sunday evening.” “Mom,” I said with quiet anger, “who exactly will be calling me?” “You’ll love him. He’s delicious,” she cheered. I turned the hairdryer back on, first to muffle the rest of the conversation and second to dry my hair so that I could leave my apartment and go over to my mother’s to kill her. At twenty-one, I had been on my own for two uneventful and relatively successful years, although according to my mother I was living like a rat in a dark hole. Yes, my studio apartment had a shower stall in the kitchen and yes, my laundry basket doubled for my bookshelf and coat closet, but I was living without any parental assistance (financially at least) and working my buns off to stay proud and independent. I often times reminded my mother that it was her splendid job of raising me right that had given birth to this competent and newly minted young adult. For some reason though my mother lacked... (more)