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And They Said It Wouldn’t Last! Mr. Wow on Marriage–And Other Matters.
8:44 pm | August 6, 2015

Author: Mr. Wow | Category: Point of View | Comments: 56

And they said it wouldn’t last!  Mr. Wow on Marriage, and Other Matters.



On August 5th last year, B. made an honest woman of me, at Hoboken’s City Hall.  After 38 years of covering my head in shame, being pelted by rocks, and wearing that damn scarlet letter, I am free to be me.  Just like Bruce Jenner–aka a rich, entitled, not terribly bright drag queen. (Sorry, can’t get on board the Caitlyn bandwagon. )


People have asked “Is it different, now that you’re married?”  Maybe B. would answer differently, but I’d say, No.  After we passed the 15-year mark I pretty much considered us married. By the time we got to 30 years, I’d put B. through so much I felt he was entitled to divorce me, although we weren’t legal.   I’d never been the marrying type.  As I got older, and actually thought about things, I felt overturning the discrimination laws that still exist was a far more important issue.  But I realize that the idea and the ideal of marriage is hard-wired into people in love.  And aside from love, soft as an easy chair (as Babs would sing) marriage does protect long-term partners.  So, even though I didn’t wear orange blossoms or cry—and I am resistant to referring to B. as “my husband”– I’m glad we did the deed.  I honestly couldn’t love B. any more than I have for 39 years.  (I generally feel B. thinks: “What happened?! I wake up now, right?!)

  Also, I’m wary.  Marriage is legal now, the law of the land.  But if we have an eight year stretch of Republicans after next year’s election, which I believe we will, who is to say how long that law of the land will stand?

   But I shouldn’t worry over things like that.  What—me worry?


My life is as good as I allow it to be.  As I allow it to be. The general angst and anxiety I insist on wearing,  seems permanent, a tiresome load on me, B. and the few friends I have.  The anxiety issues lead to panicking over the simplest plans, inability to shop (having to deal with my body or my face—getting new glasses—leads to bad choices.  Ill-fitting clothes or a fortune spent on glasses that I’m still not sure I like.)  Yeah, I know.  But none of those medications ever worked.   Really.


 As I write this, I’m preparing to go to dinner with B. and my friends Mike, Scott and Liz R.  They were at the wedding and I just wanted to take them out to celebrate and thank them.  A rare moment of planned thoughtfulness–but naturally I’m now sweating, even tho this is nothing but a casual dinner with old non-judgmental friends.

   Although I’m polite and always say please and thank-you, and I am extremely sentimental in matters of getting weepy over books or movies, as a friend (and a partner) I am not always thoughtful.  I don’t intend to be otherwise, but I often am.  I don’t think, I don’t pay attention, I’m too much in my own head.  I can be impulsively generous, sporadically thoughtful, but it’s not truly a part of my nature.  The particulars of my childhood made me focus on how to adjust to each new situation, separation, unexplained departure.  I learned how to be a good boy, charming and agreeable, but being a good boy didn’t help much. (Charm did, later.)   But the focus on myself–on preservation and attempting to understand what was happening around me–left my focus on myself.   I want to be loved and appreciated, but I don’t give back as much as I get.  Not out of meanness. And I don’t expect people to go out of their way for me.  But in the end I always feel alone, outside of “real” life.  And placing myself outside, it’s often a struggle to connect. I’m better with strangers or very casual acquaintances.  I feel safe, and I never disappoint them. I can be that charming boy again.  Friends, even if they love you, notice the disconnect. When I notice they notice, it hurts.  All around.  This big diss on myself leads to B.  I can’t explain B.–why he’s hung in!  Not being a great one to talk about “feelings” all I have to go on is an explanation he gave me many years ago, when I was trying to figure out what he saw in me.  “I love you, that’s all.”  As far as I’m concerned, that served as his wedding vow to me, long before we stood before the judge in scenic Hoboken.


   It’s harder, now that I’m older.  Even when I was young, the lure of a cozy room filled with books and magazines, music, TV, my fantasies, was super-appealing.  Slipping into a solitary life never frightened me, although it should.  And while it’s not a solitary life now, I’ve made it much smaller over the past ten years or so.  One of the reasons I’ve hung on to my job, despite challenges, is that it gives me a structure and a reason to leave my cozy room. Also, after thirtysomething  years with milady I don’t see myself forging a grand new career.  I might as well stick with what I know. 


So you see, marriage hasn’t changed me.  I didn’t expect it to, but I toyed with the possibility that a less worried, anxious person might emerge as Mrs. B.  Not so much for myself, as I am resigned to me.  But for others, especially those who knew me prior to depression, it would be welcome, pleasant, a revelation.  Divorce, however, is not in cards.  We are “madly mated” in the words of Shakespeare.



Other Matters:  Who could have possibly imagined that we would be so grimly amused by the run for president?  That the carnival would really come to town?


 For over a year I’ve saying that Mrs. Clinton didn’t appear to want to be president for any reason other than “making history” which simply isn’t good enough for me.  Her campaign, even aside from the pesky e-mail issue, has been lumbering, boring, without energy or feeling.  She will not be president. Nor will Bernie Sanders, although  his rise has at least given Clinton something to think about, other than trotting out tired references to her grandmother-hood.


  Joe Biden? He’s a an okay guy, and would at least try to carry on the best of what Obama leaves behind, but the NYTimes “leak” of his late son, Beau Biden, urging Joe to run, just before Beau’s death—with intimate dialogue included—could have come from nobody except Biden himself.  I think less of him for using his tragedy in such a typical manner.  If I want my heartstrings plucked I’ll watch “The Yearling.”  He will not be president.


Enter Donald Trump, a very smart, but not particularly intelligent bullfrog of a man, who literally expands unappealingly when talking about his favorite subject—himself.  (His big fan, Bill O’Reilly is of a similar nature.  When they gab on FOX News, the combined expansions fill the screen.)    From the moment he announced, I knew he’d be hanging around for a long time.  Maybe a very long time.  He is perfect for these times, this era.  Broad strokes, comic simplicity, fantastically coarse, utterly ego-driven. He is not just the anti-Obama politically (or he says he is for his purposes) but optics-wise, the polar opposite.  I long ago wearied of Obama’s measured, pause-filled, lawyerly responses.  Of course I’m glad he’s not a maniac or theatrical for no purpose, but given the ego needed to even think one can be the most powerful man in the world, one should also know how to command the podium and have an eye on the less sincere, but vitally important matter of presentation. Sometimes he has it, but often, in my opinion, not.  (This—presentation– is why Jeb Bush can’t win.  Utterly ineffectual speaker, with lousy posture, to boot.) 



Trump is all presentation, what you see is what you get.  What you see is trash, what you get is trash. And what has American culture fed off obsessively?  He’s real reality TV.  Alec Baldwin, who is on the right side but often an asshole, put it best recently, if Trump becomes president, he’ll be what America deserves. 


Oh, yes, now you’re saying it could never happen.  Didn’t you say he’d never run, wouldn’t last, that his comments about Mexicans and John McCain would end him?  Like the old actress in “Follies” raucously belted out, he’s still here. 


There’s enough fatalism in me (in case you haven’t noticed!) that I almost feel I could appreciate Trump as president.  The End of Times would come swiftly, after that.  Or he’d resign, when he realized being president is not the same as being The Red Queen in “Alice In Wonderland”—“off with their heads, or “you’re fired” won’t do.   Of course, we’d have to contend, then, with whomever he’d chosen as VP.  Can you imagine?  Sarah Palin wants back in.  Or Ted Cruz, with his frying bacon-on-a gun ads.  Hmmm…I don’t know if I’m quite that fatalistic after all.


Who will I vote for 13 months from now?  Mrs. Clinton, of course.  Or Bernie Sanders if that’s the way it turns out.   I’m prepared for a Republican because politics is cyclical and we’ve had two terms with a Democrat.  I’m even prepared for Trump, if for no other reason to see if he’ll put his name on the front of The White House.


Still, as long as Justin Bieber continues to post nude photos of himself… Lenny Kravitz wear pants that split up the front…my iPod works…I can read at my leisure… B. continues to love me…and Turner Classic Movies is always available!—what, me worry?


Love to all you, from me and B., that new/old married couple.






  • Mimi

    Happy Anniversary! I knew you two lovebirds would make it. 
    The Politics:
    I’m dreading this election. I don’t like or respect Hillary. I’m not crazy about any of the Republicans either. I’m old enough to be getting tired of casting my vote between ‘less worst’ and ‘absolute worse’. 

    9:38 pm | August 6, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Mimi–Thank you. 

       I feel your political pain  I’ll vote–but yeah, it’s tiresome and depressing.

      9:49 pm | August 6, 2015
  • TheRudeDog

    Happy anniversary!  I think you two crazy kids just might make it after all!
    Anecdotal:  I gave up trying to get to the bottom of why my husband loves me a long time ago.  He just does and I know that he will continue to because I trust him.  That knowledge has made everything about myself much, much easier to deal with.

    10:15 pm | August 6, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Deirdre—than you so much, honey.  Bliss?  Perhaps not, but nothing to do with B.  I’ll try to be…more thoughtful here, and check in with some regularity. I don’t take any of you  for granted.

      4:09 am | August 7, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Rude–yeah, I don’t ask him anymore. I put it down to lifelong insanity. I guess it was me or a straight-jacket.  I’m glad he chose me.

      4:12 am | August 7, 2015
  • Deirdre Cerasa

    Happy Anniversary! I wondered and hoped you would emerge from your bliss to check in today! So happy, happy and I am singing the same song as a year ago, Ask Me Again. Hugs to you and B. Please don’t stay away so long, we miss you!xoxoxo

    11:31 pm | August 6, 2015
  • Claudia

    Happy Anniversary! I’ve missed your posts; so glad to see you again.

    4:37 am | August 7, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Thank you, Claudia.

      6:48 pm | August 7, 2015
  • Rho

    Happy Anniversary. Welcome back.

    8:39 am | August 7, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Thank you, Rho–how’s by you?

      1:46 pm | August 7, 2015
      • Rho

        All is well. Today is my birthday.

        9:17 am | August 8, 2015
        • Mr. Wow
          Mr. Wow

          Happy birthday, honey!

          3:15 pm | August 8, 2015
          • Rho

            Many thanks.

            3:20 pm | August 8, 2015
  • arcadiayarddog

    Thank you, Mr. Wow, for checking in. You and B deserve your cozy room to hide away from the madness. Ugh. Do I really, really have to vote this time? Bleh. Maybe I’m jaded but no one in this pack of jackals holds any appeal for me at all. Hell, even “jackals” is too dynamic a word for them. Bleh.

    8:42 am | August 7, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear arcadia…Yes, you have to vote.  Hold your nose, get drunk, curse after pulling the level (or whatever) but yeah, we gotta.


      1:48 pm | August 7, 2015
  • Haunted Lady
    Haunted Lady

    Happy anniversary and I’m so glad to see you back! As for voting, it took 21 years to be allowed to vote so I do it every chance I get. Not happily but I do it. This time around is looking dismal but I’ll keep voting.

    2:21 pm | August 7, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Haunted One—dismal isn’t even the word, but a lot can happen in 13 months.  It can get MORE dismal!

      8:19 pm | August 8, 2015
  • Daniel Sugar

    I’m shocked B. stayed with you. (You’re so much shorter.)

    The "tiny bride" perspective pic.

    12:57 pm | August 8, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Dr. Sugar…Thank you.  But I say no to the dress. Too big.  I like a closer fit.

      8:17 pm | August 8, 2015
  • Bookworm

    Depression: You speak for me — it’s nice to not feel so lonely for a few minutes. Thanks for putting it into words.
    Politics: I don’t choose to read people’s blogs because they agree with me, but these days I’m amazed that so many do. And the people who comment do, too.  Why do we have to vote???

    2:35 pm | August 10, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Book…

      Depression–ain’t  it a fucking drag?  For so long I rolled my eyes at people who declared themselves depressed and/or in “therapy for years.”   Then it hit me hard and I spent years juggling various therapists and medications.  Then I got over that and have adjusted myself. It’s not nearly as bad as it was, it’s not nearly as good as it could/should be.  But I’m off the ledge.  +

      You don’t HAVE to vote.  But doing it helps when you complain, one way or another.  You do feel–even if  it is a false sense–that you are part of the vaunted democratic ideal and have a right to be outraged or pleased, depending on how things go.  I don’t know.  It’s frustrating, and easy to dismiss–what’s one vote, and they are all assholes anyway.  But for me, now (I didn’t vote for a long time) I am more centered when I participate in the process, corrupt as it is.

      4:45 pm | August 11, 2015
  • lulu

    So nice to check in here and see that you have posted. It is hard to imagine a year has passed. I still can’t fathom that it is August. I feel like I have misplaced half of this year.

    Life and love is what we all make it. As long as we have someone to share our experiences with and to give us their understanding and hopefully unconditional love…we are lucky!

    8:56 pm | August 10, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Lulu–it’s almost autumn! 

       I do have unconditional love and it is so hard for me to accept that.  But, I know how lucky, how blessed I am.

      4:48 pm | August 11, 2015
  • rickgould

    Mr.W– Glad to read you’re keepin’ on keepin’ on and still a married man–congrats!
    Up in the wilds of Upper Mi, I am just a 50 something guy trying to make a living in an era of downsizing and surplus of youngins lookin’ for work…sound familiar?
    Love seeing your fine hand in Liz’ column. Think of you when I watch TCM. 
    Voting+Vile Candidates=Vodka, and lots of it!
    Cheers, Rick

    8:35 am | August 12, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Rick…

      Just a 50something guy.  Oh, to be that young again!   I hope you are well, in the wilds. I don’t think I could ever be a wilds kind of guy.  But never say never. Who knows where I might have to go or what I might have to do with a Republican in the White House? (I know, I know–we always concoct the darkest fantasies, and the reality while perhaps not pleasant, generally falls in the depressed middle.  But I am such a pessimist!)  

      11:34 am | August 14, 2015
  • DanS

    It’s nice to see you back! It’s odd that after 38 years, we’re
    still debating at a national level as to whether it “counts” or not. And it’s a
    bit disconcerting that in 2015, there are presidential contenders who have made
    it a goal to get into office and flip the switch back and say “Nope – it doesn’t

    The thing about Hillary Clinton with me is that all of the
    reasons she wasn’t working for me back in 2008 are still there. Then there’s
    also Benghazi and this personal e-mail hiccup. Bernie Sanders seems like a
    mildly better choice in another of a series of pick-your-poison presidential
    races and he seems like little more than that sexy foil for the presumed
    front-runner who always comes into existence because of our deep-seated need
    for there to be foils. Flip a coin on that one and the result will still be
    better than anyone who comes out atop the current Republican shit show.

    The fact is that Donald Trump’s policies fall somewhere
    between nonsensical and non-existent. His entire platform is built around him
    being a cartoonish spectacle. His presence at the center podium of the
    Republican debate gave the impression that all 10 candidates arrived to the
    event in the same clown car. Yesterday, I watched a video of a car full of
    teenagers singing the Adele song Set Fire to The Rain and, in a bit of irony,
    they set fire to the car they were riding in. It made me think of the debate.

    But you’re right to take The Donald seriously. When he went
    to war with moderator Megyn Kelly, golden child anchor for Fox News, he said
    some unsavory things about her because she had the audacity to ask him to
    respond to some, ironically, unsavory quotes he had said about other women. And
    when the smoke cleared, Fox News chairman Roger Ailes was groveling at the feet
    of Trump, effectively throwing Megyn Kelly under the bus to stop
    Trump from continuing to appear on the other networks and taking every
    opportunity to trash Fox.

    While I can’t quite see Donald Trump going all the way to
    the White House (though the same was said about Ronald Reagan); he’s still the
    tip of the spear of a disturbing trend. He’s a megalomaniacal buffoon, yet he’s
    the current frontrunner for the Republican ticket. To anyone who’s even
    remotely left-leaning, that should be terrifying. It’s like he’s the living
    proof that everything I feared to be going on in the mind of the average
    Republican voter is actually going on in the mind of the average Republican
    voter. Even if The Donald flames out tomorrow, the Republican voters have

    2:27 pm | August 12, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Dan…

      The Republicans–and disaffected others!–have indeed spoken.  And the word they speak is–dictator.  I mean, apparently that’s what Trump thinks a president is.  Or an emperor.  Everyone says a Pres. Trump is a far-fetched notion, although you’ll notice they say it less and less.  But I truly believe anything is possible.  Aside from casting my vote, there’s nothing I, or anybody else can do about it.  So, I try to imagine the amusing aspects of a Trump presidency.  For sure there is nothing funny about Mrs. Clinton.

      11:28 am | August 14, 2015
  • Mimi

    It’s strange. Hasn’t Trump sort of done this before? Not at the same level maybe, but it seems to me that he’s been making noises about the presidency before. 
    The issues I have with Hillary are that she lies and denies. I trust nothing she says. 
    I’ll be voting, but I feel more and more that we are being given fewer choices. Term limits for Congress strikes me as a great idea. We have people supposedly representing us that have no real experience as anything but as a professional politition. 

    2:27 pm | August 25, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Mimi..

      Yeah..he’s made noise before, but now he is actually running.  He said the other other, “In another country, we could cut through all this.  I want the election to be tomorrow,  I can’t wait!”  I wonder what democratic (NOT!) country he is talking about?

      I feel there is more than a good chance he might be president–honestly and for real.  I also see him quitting two years in because he finds out he’s not an emperor.  So we have to think a lot about his VP choice.

      Only (maybe) Biden and Elizabeth Warren could save at least the White House for Democrats.  But I doubt it.  It’s gonna be four to eight years of Republicans.  We have to adjust and be stronger. 

      5:57 pm | August 27, 2015
  • Haunted Lady
    Haunted Lady

    On the off chance that Trump might make it to the White House, I’m keeping a close eye on Canadian real estate.

    11:54 am | August 28, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      Dear Haunted One–oh, but isn’t  that what one side or the other always says?  I remember all the conservatives–and racists–who declared they’d leave the country of Obama was elected. Well, they stayed for two terms, fulminating, but still citizens of the good old USA.

      I think Trump would be a disastrous president.  His followers would soon come to realize he is inept and actually ignorant. But, that ignorance seems to be what many react to, and want.  That said, is he any more dangerous than Cruz or Huckabee or brain surgeon Ben Carson? (The good doctor has surged in recent weeks. Lots of people want a theocracy, along with ignorance. )

      4:49 pm | August 30, 2015
      • Haunted Lady
        Haunted Lady

        It’s so discouraging. While I toy with the idea of moving to Canada, I would miss the U.S. in all its idiocy too much. Some of my forebears came here in the 1650s so I have very deep roots in this country. I think I’m more tired of the election business going on for so long when we aren’t near the time for it than anything else. Or maybe I’m getting old (yes, I’m older than you.) and have had enough nonsense for the time being. It’s time for a some Cary Grant or Kate Hepburn binge watching.

        12:10 pm | August 31, 2015
  • BabySnooks

    I’m so glad you’re back if even just for awhile although I hope it’s for longer than just awhile. 31 years  now? And only one legal. Just goes to show it’s just a piece of paper.  Just like Elizabeth Taylor told Henry Wynberg. Love is all that matters. 
     I love this. I may share it on Facebook.  I was just  rambling on about marriage equality. And about love. Love is all that matters. Love is all their is. If you have love, the madness of the world doesn’t matter. 
    As for the madness, well, I suspect in the end it will be Hillary versus Jeb. Or Bush versus Bush.  And I suspect to be honest Daddy will be quietly supporting his daughter-in-law. 

    2:25 am | September 4, 2015
    • BabySnooks

      It’s late. I thought it said 31 years. 31, 39, I am highly envious. As are quite a few others I’m sure.  Most of us have not been so lucky. And you both are very lucky to have found each other and stuck with each other through the thick and thin.  Like bloody chicken feathers and tar or whatever Earth Mother said that time.
      Happy 39th anniversary. If I read it right the second time. And vote for Bernie Sanders in the primary. Miracles do happen. And he would be a miracle we desperately need. 

      2:38 am | September 4, 2015
      • Mr. Wow
        Mr. Wow

        Dear Baby…

        39 it is.  And nobody could be more amazed than I. (more amazed than me?)  Sometimes–often–I forget just how lucky I am.  I never post anything on Facebook.  I should probably retire my account.

         She said chicken feathers to tar. I believe RB was recovering from a hangover when ET jotted down those thoughts. (“Oh, God–I married her again?!“)  I think all she ever said to Wynberg was, “Darling, anything.  But please don’t try to sell me a used car, okay?”

        Bernie Sanders will not happen. And in the end (the White House) Hillary won’t happen either. Over the last few days I’ve avoided the news, keeping my nose buried in books and indulging a new passion for binge-watching on Netflix.  Almost all the news either frightens or depresses me. Except things about puppies or kittens.  Just a few minutes ago B. told me that Mike Huckabee is off to visit (and pray with) the Holy Woman of Many Marriages and Out of Wedlock Children who refuses to issue marriage licenses because she objects to same-sex wedlock.   I decided I’d spend the day re-reading a lot of Lewis Carroll and mindlessly enjoying as many horror movies, thrillers and action films as I can find this evening. 

        I hope you’ve been well?


        12:59 pm | September 5, 2015
        • BabySnooks

          I tossed all the grammar rules years ago. I or me. Same to me. But not to I. I am you but are you me or I? 
          Oh, Henry Wynberg. If someone hasn’t written a book about him someone should. Good in bed as they say. And quite a few did. Just not publicly.  The lawsuit over the Elizabeth Taylor Diamond Company or whatever it was called was at least fun in terms of anticipation of her taking the stand. And shocking everyone when she let loose with her invective that would shock a sailor. Which may explain why someone decided to settle it. Rumor was it was Cheseborough-Ponds which owned the perfumes at that point. 
          I’m with you about moving on to other things. Barbara Bush may have had it right with her comment about not ruining her beautiful mind.  They’re all dreadful really.  Bernie Sanders apparently is “pro-gun” which to me is a big red flag.  I still say we should all write in “Micky Mouse” and take our chances with whoever Disney sends over to play the part. 
          I shouldn’t post anything on Facebook. There are probably at least ten hitmen looking for me at this point. But I’m old, may die at any moment although I’m not planning to if I can avoid it,  and don’t want to go to hell for being silent. Particularly about Mike Huckabee. 

          9:02 am | September 6, 2015
          • Mr. Wow
            Mr. Wow


            Just before Wynberg  went to court re the perfumes, he released some photos he’d taken of Liz right before they split up in early ’76, after the second marriage to RB failed.  In a red bikini, posing like Marilyn, and a transparent caftan, which she wore on the beach, in the water, making certain things very clear. She looks great, and always had a streak of the exhibitionist, but I’ve often wondered if Taylor went a bit further than she intended during this fun-filled, Jack Daniels fueled session?  Photos perhaps that Wynberg was holding for release, over her head?   It ended so suddenly, but I’m sure Henry got plenty.  After that she went off and had the works again, in time for White Diamonds and her marriage to Fortensky. (Dr. Hofflin did the honors this time, and she emerged with angles to her face she hadn’t had when she was 20!)  Alas, within three years her health was in rapid decline and her looks suffered from 1994 onward. 

            If you speak against Huckabee you won’t go to hell.  Quite the opposite.

            1:30 pm | September 6, 2015
  • BabySnooks
    10:09 am | September 10, 2015
  • Rho

    Happy Jewish New Year to all who celebrate.

    8:41 am | September 13, 2015
  • Daniel Sugar

    Thanks, Rho!
    Same to you.

    9:36 pm | September 13, 2015
  • lulu

    After the last Republican ‘debate’ (questionable) and statements and comments afterwards I have decided it is best to watch – Turner Classic Movies – The Cooking Channel – and read romance novels while drinking dirty martinis until this time next year. By then I assume we will be down to the ‘brass tacks’ of who is actually in the fray for the run to the White House. I will be much happier having seen the glory days of Hollywood, learned more about how to cook if I ever turn the stove on, and figured out which brand of gin or vodka I prefer when making my martinis – I think we should all consider a virtual trip to occupy our time as well.  How about a trip to see Mr. Wow and B???

    6:47 pm | September 19, 2015
  • Daniel Sugar

    You’re a riot!
    (I agree: it’s TCM and novels for me too!)
    Best From,

    10:20 am | September 20, 2015
  • Susan

    Been missing Mr Wow’s writing. So I have been going back to the archives and re reading some of his posts.
    My favorite was last year’s Thanksgiving story. I absolutely LOVE it.

    Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving a little early. I hope Mr Wow and B are well. Throw us a bone Mr Wow….let us know you are alive and kicking.  

    9:25 am | November 17, 2015
    • Claudia

      And the cats. Hoping everyone is well and happy!

      9:46 am | November 17, 2015
  • Susan

    And of course the cats……..

    4:16 pm | November 17, 2015
  • Francesca

       It is November 17th and, for some reason, I remembered your blog and checked in. Your last post was a while ago, but, wow, Mr. Wow, your description of your depression resonates with me big time, and even though you and I will never meet, your words are a kind of validation to me for being me. I am about to turn 60 and am pretty much alone, recently divorced after 30 years of a bad marriage. My adult daughters blame me for everything bad that ever happens in their life. I am a thoughtful, funny person who tries to do the right thing, but there has always been something missing in my relationships, and you hit it on the head; Disconnect. I think I want to be close to people, but something too deeply ingrained in me keeps me from it. Since my mom passed, and my husband left, and my kids are grown, I have a very real tendency to isolate, and it’s a shame, because I have a lot to offer. Oh, well. One thing about 60 is actually loving myself just as I am, without the constant worry of what others feel about me.
    On another note, it would be awesome to hear your thoughts on tragic events in Paris, Charlie Sheen’s revelations, and I would love for you to elaborate on your Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner comment. It sounds so very un-PC of you. Take Care.

    7:03 pm | November 17, 2015
  • Rho

    I miss him too.

    8:54 am | November 18, 2015
  • Haunted Lady
    Haunted Lady

    Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving. If you choose to hit the stores the day after, please be careful and come home in one piece.

    2:05 pm | November 23, 2015
  • Daniel Sugar

    Happy Thanksgiving to all the Wow-ettes! (And, of course, B & Mr. Wow.)

    8:49 am | November 24, 2015
  • lulu

    Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!!! I am thankful for ‘meeting’ all of you and hope we continue sharing our thoughts for years to come.

    10:09 am | November 25, 2015
  • Daniel Sugar

    To Mr. Wow, B. and all the Wow-ettes,
    Happy Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Rockefeller.

    12:23 pm | December 7, 2015
    • Rho

      Thanks, the same from me.

      8:29 am | December 8, 2015
  • Haunted Lady
    Haunted Lady

    Will there be a special Mr. W tree this year? I love your trees.

    11:45 am | December 11, 2015
  • lulu

     Happy Christmas Eve to one and all!!!  Joy to everyone!!!  I hope Mr. Wow and B have decorated their ‘special’ tree and are sitting enjoying the sounds of the holidays. It is hard to believe it is chilly here in California while people in NYC are outside basking in the warm weather.  I hope all the ‘wowettes’ are safe, happy and healthy. I miss our conversations!!!  Hugs to all  xoxo Lulu

    5:55 pm | December 24, 2015
    • Mr. Wow
      Mr. Wow

      To all who have asked–yes, there is a tree, and a tale that accompanies it.  This season I really had to force myself.  But, it’s all up.  A bit less bordello-like, but pretty cheery, still.

      Check out the latest post–”Mr. Wow’s Reluctant Christmas.”

      6:37 pm | January 1, 2016
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