Dear Maggie: Several readers enjoyed
this one. Here it is again.
Dear Ann Landers: My wife and I will
soon be celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary, and although we've been
quite happy together, I can't bring myself to tell her something that's
been bothering me since our honeymoon.
When we unpacked in a nice little resort hotel, my wife
opened a large suitcase and took out an accordion. "Louise" had never
told me that she played the accordion or took it with her everywhere.
I was flabbergasted that night as I sat through three recitals of Lady
of Spain and an old English madrigal with some surprisingly ribald
lyrics. Those are the only tunes she knows.
"Bernice" and "Murray" are our only close friends.
They come over quite often and join Louise in a rousing chorus of Lady
of Spain. Murray plays his head - that is, he raps his knuckles
on his head while opening and closing his mouth, which produces changes
in tone. Bernice clacks two spoons together and hums the harmony.
How can I tell my wife after so many years that she is
no musician and the racket is driving me crazy?
