Today, our town held a memorial service for my husband, Bob. It was a touching ceremony, well attended and, despite my having been married to him for 49 years, a bit of a surprise. For you see, I learned something …
“Harold, wake up. It’s almost time.”
“Huh? What?”
“It’s 1:30. 1:30 AM.”
“Why can’t they set the clocks back at 2:00 in the afternoon?” Harold painstakingly untangled his limbs, forcing himself to sit up on the couch. “It didn’t used …