Larry King died the other day. He was the king
of personality interviews. In his TV eulogy they
made mention that he had been married seven
times. For business or pleasure, I’m sure he had
his reasons.
I was curious to find out how many times Elizabeth
Taylor had married. She bested King by one, having
walked down the isle eight times. Then I remembered
Mickey Rooney. He had tied with Taylor at eight.
Little Mickey didn’t like to be bested. It must have
had something to do with that Napoleonic “Little
Guy” syndrome.
It happened that my second wife had been married
six times. I didn’t find that out until sometime after
our twenty-year marriage eventually ended up on
the rocks as well.
I didn’t feel so bad about my two failed marriages.
Although I wasn’t thrilled that my two attempts at
marriage didn’t last, but at least I figured it out
before my life got completely out of hand.
Two failures at what I thought to be a sacred com-
munion turned out to be plenty enough for me.
Oh, at times I’ve missed the companionship,
but never the discord, the ill-will and unrest.
No thanks, six, seven or eight tries seems a
fool’s errand to me. I consider myself sort
of an inept and clumsy rookie at marriage.
I never was in league with or built to com-
pete with likes of King, Taylor and Rooney.
I find myself pretty compatible with dogs though.
Till death do us part, I’ve sworn my allegiance to
a few of those.
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Chris Hanch 1-28-2021
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