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You’ve pulled out my brain and stomped that sucker flat.
“It’s a judgment call,” said first wife Bett.
We were on the way home late one afternoon and we were discussing: “when the gloaming quits and twilight takes over. We’ve done this after late in the day-it’s sort of a running joke. I usually bring it up when the sky presents the opportunity. She usually responds with “not again.”
“Well,” I bravely press on, “what about dusky dark? I’ve heard of that.”
“That’s the same as twilight,” Bett explains.
“Well,” I proffer, I’ve heard songs about both twilight and the gloaming, but never dusky dark.”
“What is your point, brother?” she comes back. When she calls me “brother” I know I’m close to treading on thin ice.  But I risk it.
“Well, the point is, twilight and gloaming are bound to be more romantic than dusky dark. Don’t you think?
“You’re giving me a headache,” she responds.
I now know for sure what I have begun to suspect: my frivolity has exceeded her forbearance.
“You tired of talking about gloaming and twilight?” I ask.
“Yeah-more than.”
“Me too.”
Then I ask, “how’s it feel to be beautiful?”
“Good,” she says, “it’s good.”
End of discussion for a while-steady as she goes, on course, sailing a before.
No question, protecting moments like these are why armies march, statesmen “state” diplomats “dip” and politicians do whatever it is they are supposed to do. We hope.
A man shall leave his mother; a woman shall leave her home…then the two are one.
That’s from the Bible. But you knew that.
Kindest regards…