I am appalled by what some people say about the individuals others choose to marry. One of the saints of the last generation lost his wife and after a few years of being alone, he married a woman several years his junior. Some nosey busybody came up to him and said, “The nerve! How could you have the nerve to marry somebody that much younger than you?” And in his gravelly voice he answered, “Listen, honey, I’d rather smell perfume than liniment any day.”
