I’m past matchmaking. I have kids. I have reproduced and done my duty to the human race. From hence forward, I will devote myself to my guitar. Maybe in 5 years or so, in New America, when I am a wandering poet and balladeer, I will think of such things. . .
parsy, who is also scared his last ex-wife would kill him if he messes around and let me tell you, death by cast iron skillet is a terrible way to go
And a hole in the head.
My husband is a guitarist too ... Mariachi and flamenco, but he doesn’t know any Spanish (speaking of penance).