Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

White silk draped everything that could be draped. Flowers that probably cost more than most people’s cars cascaded from every surface. A string quartet played under a pavilion that looked like it had been airlifted from Versailles.

I arrived in a simple navy dress that Patricia had helped me choose – classic, modest, easy to move in with a cane. My continue reading …