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Not too long ago when someone mentioned the AARP to me, I thought of gray hair, Ben Gay, and senior centers. I imagined little ol’ ladies sitting around doing what little ol’ ladies do – chatting, knitting, volunteering, making a quilt, and what not. I thought it was good that the AARP existed for people like them, because it means that those old people on fixed incomes will get a 10% discount at the diner by flashing their AARP card.

Well, the other day in the mail I received an invite to join the AARP. The letter came complete with a temporary ID card that I can flash to get the 10% discount myself.

It must be said that they have lowered the required age for membership to 50, which I happen to be turning this year. In fact, I have already claimed old fart status from time to time (with all due respect to all older people, whom I love) … like when twenty-somethings look at me cross-eyed when they discover I don’t care too much for texting. In those situations, all I have to say is, “Sorry, I am just an old fart.”

Hmmm. Now that I have taken a closer look at some of the AARP benefits … I can get discounts on travel, and movies, and restaurants, and (time for a little Spanish) muchas otras cosas … I think that I am going to really enjoy being a card-carrying member of the AARP.

My Lovely Wife

Sheri and I have been together since Earth Day, April 22, 1998.

We met through a dating service, which at the time was called At The Gate, but which is now called Green Singles. This was before the age of widespread Internet usage, and the dating service would place little ads in the back of certain magazines. For $29 you could become a member and receive the master listing of all available singles, and then spend a $1 for each letter that you sent to someone through the anonymous PO Box. I read her profile and was interested (SWF, likes to camp, etc.), she lived in the same area of the country, and so I sent a letter to her through the system.

We met at the Au Bon Pain (“Oh Good Bread”) in L’Enfant Plaza in Washington, DC. We sat at a table and drank sodas until the restaurant closed, and then went outside to sit and continue the conversation. It was a brief visit because I had to hurry and catch the last commuter train to the small town where I lived.

4 weeks later we were talking marriage, which was pretty extraordinary since both of us were 37 years old, never married, and at that point thinking that marriage was probably not in the picture … and then bam!

When I speak to her, I usually call her Sweetie. But when I talk about her, I often call her My Lovely Wife. I also like to introduce her as My Lovely Wife, and she appreciates that.


Charmingly or exquisitely beautiful: a lovely flower.
Having a beauty that appeals to the heart or mind as well as to the eye, as a person or a face.
Of great moral or spiritual beauty: a lovely character.
Here we are a few years ago:

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