This morning I woke
up feeling great, and had already read the newspaper by the
time I met my neighbor and walking partner at 6 a.m. From the
first step of our walk we were in full chat mode.
A major topic was
a wedding invitation I recently received, from two of my high
school classmates. Not long ago I saw the bride-to-be at a memorial
service for another classmate. My mother, who also attended
the memorial service, struck up a conversation with the bride-to-be,
who disclosed that she had already been married five times,
and was about to wed again.
As we drove home
after the memorial, my mother asked if I knew that the lady
had been married five times. I said that I did, but her record
didn't beat Elizabeth Taylor or my mom's friend Mark, who has
been married nine times. Well, after five marriages, why
doesnt she just live with the guy, so she wont have
to go to all the trouble of getting another divorce? my
mother wondered. Knowing that they were already living together,
I left the question unanswered.
My neighbor laughed
at my story and agreed with my mother that maybe the couple
should just keep living together and let it go at that. I responded,
however, that living together is not the same thing as marriage,
which has a real binding tone to it. I remembered someone once
telling me that Marriage isnt a word, its
a sentencefor life. Well, maybe so, but that doesn't
mean that the sentence can't be spent in paradise.
Continuing the conversation,
I told my neighbor that yet another female classmate had asked
aloud, after receiving her invitation to the wedding, how the
bride had managed to get six different men to marry her. After
her own divorce in 1975, this lady said, she had never gotten
even one more husband. Must be some hidden talent that other
women dont have, she mused.
"I wonder what
that talent might be," my neighbor said. And I wondered,
too. Heres to the bride and groom!
Have a great day!