think my husband Tim is wonderful. He’s handsome, sweet,
funny, brave, devoted and kind. He spoils me and he’s really a
wonderful guy. No, really, he is. He’s always had a mustache
but he recently grew a goatee. Several of our friends have them.
Even the word is just kind of gross. I hate it and tell him so
every time he asks me. Pushing 62, and now resembling Colonel
Sanders, I’ve taken to calling him “The Colonel,” but just to
myself mind you. The Colonel will be a great swelling well of stories,
a never ending tale. After all, we’ve been married for nearly
30 years. So, when something comes up, I’ve decided to write
about him and our adventures together; small and great, good or bad.