FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK
by Jay Webster Spring is upon us. Welcome to March, my friends. You know what, wait. Before we get into lions and lambs and all things Irish, can I just close a few things out from February… that so-called Month of Love? Thanks. I mean I don’t want to make this whole column about me, but since you asked… It all started with a hand surgery to repair an injury I suffered in an accident. I’ll spare you the details (because I don’t want to appear as a hero in my own column — that’s for someone else to do) but the end result was — I was at the mercy of my wife as a chauffeur to numerous doctors appointments. Now, I’m not going to use this platform to talk about the fundamental differences my wife and I have as drivers. It’s up to 54
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every individual how they interpret right of way, turn signals, and loading zones. (Even if authorities seem to have fairly rigid guidelines for them. Who am I to judge what “safe distance” means to you … two and a half car lengths … Crap. I’ve said too much.) I love my wife. She was, after all, taking care of me following a near life-ending hand event. Now as a red-blooded, freedom-loving American, I viewed giving up the wheel on these appointments as unnecessary inconveniences. (You can pry my keys from my cold dead hands.) My wife, on the other hand, saw these moments as opportunities to explore our relationship while I was a captive audience under the influence of painkillers.
