Shortly before my wife and I started living together, I decided, like some ill-advised Buddhist, to simplify my life, so I got rid of everything that wouldn’t fit in my car, including my job and my apartment. Thus, when we finally tied the knot about a year later, the sum total of what I brought to the marriage amounted to a fork, a spoon, a steak knife, a can opener and two Pyrex bowls. Amazingly, saint that she is, my wife was still happy to have me, or at least she pretended she was. Continue reading »