My Favorite Husband
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LA FORUM invitee to Out There Doing It 2015

He was a long, narrow man- a man of few words.   Except for his poorly groomed mustache which was always lopsided. His jaw line was like perfectly poured concrete. He and his brother were always together; physically connected like twins, they led parallel lives. But really, it was his underwear that made him; my favorite husband. With those bud metal straps that seemed to hold them up above his narrow hips. For years we planned and researched our dream vacations. We never did take that trip to the beach.

I was listening to the news recently and heard he only has 2 weeks to live. I wonder if he ever made it to the beach. Maybe I will bring the beach to him.