My Wife is Patty

I have to give this gal credit. She not only fixes my meals, washes my clothes, and cleans up after me, she can also transform a lifeless computer into a work of electronic art. There was a time, not that many years ago, when Patty (my wife of 58 years) would probably not even touch a keyboard unless it was hooked up and played things like "Stardust." She wasn't the best piano player and could read music pretty good so I got her a new piano.

But when it came to getting her a computer, I would save some money, buy myself a new computer and give her the old one. That's how I got her hooked on using a Mac. I got myself a new iMac and a new MacBook Pro laptop and gave her my old iMac. She complained about it bitterly but once she got used to it and how it operates, you can't pry her fingers off the keyboard. She is a fast learner and I tried to make sure she learned the right things that would be good for her.

Way back when, I could be driving our car somewhere and reach over and touch her knee and she would positively melt in the seat. I tried that tactic recently and am ashamed to admit that it really doesn't work anymore—but I did get a frown and not that "come on baby"smile that used to make me break the posted speed limit just to get home. She was, and still is, a great cook and only rarely burns toast or fries the eggs hard for breakfast. She could just leap up and land on the hood of my car while holding my Army cap and never stopped smiling at me.