A Happy Marriage, by Asa Zatz
Upper West Side Manhattan apartment house-complex would meet periodically to chat and exchange ideas. A question raised on one occasion was: What is the pleasantest comment you can offer about your husband?
My beloved Alba’s reply, reported to me, was, “He can make me laugh.”
Long before, while we were living in Mexico City, I came home one day and told her that a little earlier somebody had addressed me as "joven’"[young man].
“Who was it, Don Nemesio Garcia Naranjo?” Alba inquired,
That was the name of the elder of a contingent of refugee intellectuals and artists from fascist Franco Spain granted asylum in Mexico by President Lazaro Cardenas. He was frequently photographed in his characteristic beret over his white mane.
I was in my middle 40's at the time.