|Ken is the good-looking one|
My wife had discovered on Monday that it was the birthday of my friend of about forty years, and she immediately called on me and Ken to "negotiate a peace," effectively offering her services as an interlocutor, if not as a full-fledged Switzerland-type intermediary. "Neither of you boys," she pointed out, "is getting any younger, and I would hate to see one of you die before restoring diplomatic relations with the other."
Good thought, and bless my dear wife for having it. She'd already communicated with Ken, who seemed to doubt seriously that I would agree to make peace without some serious mediation. But my wife's touching plea was already enough mediation for me, and I immediately agreed to a reconciliation.
|Scourge [used to inflict severe|
corporal punishment...on the back
Another contributor to Moristotle, who has already been told of Ken & Morris's refriending, says that this is really good news. "It will be nice to perhaps cross swords with him again."
Moristotle looks forward to the recommencement of Ken's thoughtful comments.
Welcome back, Ken!