There was only one person who would be knocking
on my door at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning. My wife turned to me and said, “for
god’s sake go let him in, before he knocks again”.
Wearing nothing more than my housecoat, I went
to the door to let my old friend in…
“Nav, it looks like you chased a fart through a
bag of nails. The evidence clearly suggest that it was a large night”.
With that the old economist passed me over a cup
of coffee. I was thankful, and gestured for my friend to sit down.
“Nav, I am a little disappointed that I was not
invited to your anniversary celebration, especially considering the role I have
played".
The lift in his eye was a sure sign that Uncle
Gnarley was poking fun. Yet, the fear of forgetting my wedding anniversary
momentarily paralyzed my thoughts.
