I shall long cherish the memory of that delightful evening I spent at home. My wife and I had a simple dinner alone, with a pleasant and interesting conversation. Then we sat at the piano and sang many of our favorite songs. When our throats grew weary, we turned on the stereo and danced to beatiful music. When our breath became short, we strolled, arm-in-arm, through our moonlit yard.
I was so very happy and I longed for more such evenings.
But alas——early the next morning, a truck pulled into our driveway and shattered my hope. It was the TV repairman.