It’s a wonderful life
I know a man who’s zest for living both humbles and annoys me. Good tasting food is “fabulous.” Pretty women are “gorgeous.” Parties, sunsets, balmy afternoons and gentle breezes … they’re “incredible.” He’s self-describedly “passionate” about any number of things … Christmas, his wife, his kids, his neighborhood, city and country. Brussels sprouts. He’s an […]