Humble Luxury

Humble Luxury

On my wife Angie’s and my first date, I picked her up at her grandmother’s home on the east side of Milwaukee, where she was living while attending college.  I rang the bell at the back door and she ushered me into the tiny hallway.  She quickly grabbed her coat off the hook and, mildly flustered, said, “Smell that?  I have to eat that later.”  It was the unmistakable fragrance of cabbage.

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