BRIDGE THE GAP
Use logic to fill in the boxes so every row, column and 2 x 3 box contains the letters C-A-R-M-E-L. Answer below.
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champagne and picnicked in the park.” “That doesn’t sound remotely familiar, Mary Ellen.” “Sorry, maybe that wasn’t you in ’89; I think it was Gary in ’79.” “Hey, I remember ’88. That was when we rented a video, bought some popcorn, curled up on the couch and waited for the ball to drop.”
“That was New Year’s Eve, Dick. And you fell asleep.” “I don’t know why they can’t do that falling ball thing around 8:45.” All this reminiscing made Mary Ellen even unhappier. I explained that we didn’t forget when our anniversary was. We simply forgot when June 14 was. My impeccable logic seemed to soothe
her. We know our relationship is strong and we both still believe our memories are as clear as ever. We do have one question, though: Who the heck are the Applebaums? Dick Wolfsie is an author, columnist, and speaker. Contact him at email@example.com.
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ny mail?” My wife called from upstairs when she heard the front door close behind me. “Just bills. Oh, wait—here’s a card from the Applebaums.” “What does it say?” “It says ‘Happy Anniversary.’” “How thoughtful, but why are they sending it to us? Our anniversary isn’t until June 14.” She came downstairs and we looked at each other in amazement. “What’s today?” I Dick Wolfsie asked Mary Ellen. Humor “I don’t know. June something.” “Can’t be. Wasn’t it June something, yesterday?” I dashed to my desk and opened my appointment book. I knew it was Saturday, but which Saturday? I looked at Friday’s page and it said GOLF in bold black letters. No help—I play golf every Friday. I looked at Thursday and it was blank. No help—I do nothing every Thursday. Wednesday was my best clue, and it said dental appointment/tooth extraction. I searched the back of my mouth with my tongue, and knew I had the right week. To be sure, I ran downstairs and grabbed a newspaper. Huh? It said June 6. But wait; maybe that was last week’s paper. Then I looked at the date on my watch. Even I knew January 4 wasn’t right. It’s been January 4 for seven years. Finally, I opened my trusty cell phone and clicked a button. Yup, June 13. And I think I took a photo of myself by mistake to boot. That was the good news. The bad news was that June 14 was the next day…our anniversary “Dick, we both forgot a very special day. This is unforgivable.” “Well, it wasn’t what you’d call a big anniversary—just the 28th.” “The 29th, actually. Now, I’m really depressed.” To make sure we weren’t losing it, Mary Ellen and I sat down to try to remember what we had done on each anniversary since we married in 1980. It was an exercise to see if we were still just as sharp as we were in the old days. We went backwards from 2008 and were doing pretty well until we hit the early ’90s. “What did we do for our anniversary in ’91, Dick? I can’t remember.” “Wasn’t that the year your sister came to stay with us for the week?” “I don’t have a sister. I thought that was your sister. How about ’89, Dick? Now that was the year we just got a bottle of
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