An early, now-deceased member of the Divorced Men’s Club, a North Carolina classics professor retired from Rutgers, had made a frequent habit of romancing comely coeds far into his sixties. He remarked to me once over lunch that “Sex, Fr-uh-ank, wuz always so awk-wud. But it gets a lot mo-uh awk-wud at mah age. ‘Nemo dat quod non habet.’” Which I went home and looked up, and found to mean “No one can give what he doesn’t have.” It might be a motto for my life. Both my wives would agree.
