| The Single Guy: Advice to Heartsick Don the Widower | | New story concept I'm knocking around. Love and relationship advice columnist who has been divorced, is middle aged, etc. Kind of a romantic comedy. Not sure what I'm going to do with it, probably nothing, but I want to know if the concept works.
Does it? Dear Single Guy…My name is Don.
I’m 43.
I’m a widower.
My wife died three years ago.
She was the love of my life, my high school sweetheart.
I’ve fallen off the horse, Single Guy, and I’m afraid to climb back on for another ride.
I have met someone that I really like. She’s a great gal. In fact, I think I might be falling in love with her, but I’m torn, you know? I feel like I’m betraying the memory of my wife, and that love we shared.
We were soul mates. She was truly the other half of my soul.
What do I do, Single Guy?
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone. I love my wife, but I’m falling in love here I think. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t imagine spending another day of my life without her.
Sincerely,
Don, the Heart Sick Widower.Dear Heart Sick…Then don’t.
We all fall off that horse at one time or another.
The question you have to ask yourself is, do you lie there and wallow... | |
| | Leo Fender Sells Fender Guitars - Jan 4th 1965 | | Yep, today is the 43rd anniversary of the sale of Fender Electric Instrument Company (and all the other Fender companies) by founder Leo Fender to CBS for a mere $13 million. I can work out exactly what that would be worth in today's dollars, but back in '65 McD's hamburgers cost about 20c, fries 10c. First class mail was 5c. A barrel of Persian Gulf oil was around a $1 a barrel.
Anyone know what a Strat cost in 1965? I know a good condition 1965 Strat costs as much as $20,000 today!Both John Lennon and George Harrison got strats in 1965, yet, the Beatles are really known for using them. I think. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t imagine spending another day of my life without her.
Sincerely,
Don, the Heart Sick Widower.Dear Heart Sick…Then don’t.
We all fall off that horse at one time or another.
The question you have to ask yourself is, do you lie there and wallow in the mud of self-pity and uncertainty, or do you climb back on that horse and enjoy another wild ride?
There are few things worse than losing the one you love. You feel like a part of you – the best part of you died with her.
I am so sorry for your loss.
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