Ordinarily I don't like to talk about my personal life in this column. I try to think of something that concerns everyone. Then I start to talk about it, and realize that in order to squeeze 666 words about that subject, I'd need to make up too many facts and examples. So I give in and write what I know about. Me.
This time it's different. The Personal and the Universal collide, as it were. They get close and sweat all over each other, as it were. Then, 13 years later, they get hitched, as it were.
Anitra "On Whose Kitchen Floor I Have Sometimes Slept, She Of Many Associations, She Who Erotically Stimulates Tomato Plants, She Who Needs No Last Name" Freeman, and I, will be getting "more married" this week.
We are expecting to be married, or mix-married, by eight or more officiators representing six or more faiths, depending on how you cut them.
"How is that Universal, Wes?"