“She has two boys.”

“Yeah, she has a nice voice.”

“Bud!”

“Huh?”

“Anthony!”

Silence.

“Do you have your hearing aids in?”

I don’t hear too well. My lovely wife reminds me of that fact all the time.

You might think it could be that genetic problem “male selective hearing syndrome,” which males of the species acquire when their wife asks them to do something. Or maybe you think it might be related to my birth date being in the 1940s and my hearing is going along with other parts of me. Or perhaps it might be related to those headphone years, blasting “Inna Godda DaVida” through at max volume.